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The object of THE SPRINGHILUAN is to record College 
eoents, to stimulate literary endeavor among the students, and 
to form a closer bond between the boys of the Present and the Past 


The Angel and the Child (Poem)— E. I. F 3 

Anticipating a Good Time— B. Rios Franco, '11 4 

The Invasion of the Troops — M. Humbert Diaz, '12 6 

Upper Ten— James D. Mclntyre, '11 11 

From Sunlight to Moonlight (Poem)— A. C. M. 13 

Mother— F. A. Meyer, '12 14 

To Summer— M. Humbert Diaz, '12 16 

Ye Women Make Fools of Us All— John T. Becker, '12 17 

Vacation — J. P. Newsham, '12 19 

Death Worse than Death— Randolph A. Querbes, '14 20 

A Eulogy on Columbus — Dennis S. Moran, 'It 23 

Editorial— John T. Becker, '12 28 

College Notes— J. Becker, '12, M. Diaz, '12 29 

Mosquitorettes— J. Becker, '12, M. Diaz, '12 32 

Entertainments 37 

Baseball — Dennis S. Moran, '11 44 

Second Division Baseball — John B. Rives, '13 47 

Junior Chat — Joseph P. Newsham, '12 50 

Alumni 51 

Passing Through the Mill (Lines) 53 






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Entered at xcond-class matter, October 29 , 1910, at the postoffice at Spring Hill, Alabama, under the Act of March 3 , 1879 


E. I. F. 

Close by a tiny cot, "Wnere lay 

In silken folds a riewly born, 
Rr\ ar\gel stood 'Witl\ folded Wings, 

His features radiant as tr\e rnorn. 

LoT as n e gazed in rapture lost, 

T^e baby's lips in src\iles appear; 

Hs tnougn in sleep it conscious seeined 
Tl^at God's bright angel Covered near. 

"0 lovely cnildT so spotless, pure, 

Hs tnougn angelic rnould "Was tnine; 

Corne tt|0U "Witn in e ." A e Whispered krw, 
" Let neaven be tl\y norne and rc\ine. 

"Dull is tnis eartn, its pleasures Vain; 

Eacn cry of joy but sadness brings, 
Tne brigntest day in darkness ends; 

Tt\e -world full Well witn. sorrow sings. 

"Oni "Wny upon tny brow so fair 

Snould sit tt\e sickening "Weignt of fears? 
OnT wriy f^orn out tnose eyes of blue 

Snould flow tt]e bitter drops of tears? 

"No, no, s-Weet cn.ild, it n\Ust not be; 

For one so chaste, Unstained as t^ou, 
Not eartn but neaven is tne place; 

To eartn "We bid a farewell no"W. 

"Let none tnen, cniid, within tny norne 
Tne pangs of grief or sorrow Know; 

Tr\y last i\our rnust as "Welcome be 
Hs was tl\y first on eartn. below. 


"E'er) mother's brov^ let cloxldless be, 
Hrid i\OT[e to tier sad tribute pay; 

For orte so pure as tl\oxl, s^eet babe, 
Tl\e last is life's n\ost blissful day." 

So sayirig, lo, frorr\ out its rtest 

Trie precious soul l^e seized, arid sped 
To God's bright mansions of tl\e blest. 

Poor n\otl\er, v^eep — tl\y cl\iTd is dead.' 



Homeward bound — what a magical 
phrase ! To some men it means noth- 
ing: they will sail north, south, east 
or west with perfect equanimity. To 
me essentially, a "near-future gradu- 
ate," it means everything. 

I would not, nevertheless, have you 
suppose that I will not enjoy the trip. 
Why, just imagine (if not too great a 
task) a June morning at a very early 
hour, and a friend from Covington to 
see me off at one of the docks in New 
Orleans, before tumbling into a nest 
of excellent fellows. I can almost pic- 
ture to myself how the little table in 
the saloon will be occupied. 

Seven of us will sit together at meals 
and I'll fancy it to be the merriest ta- 
ble sailing. At the head will sit the 
chief officer, one of those modest fel- 
lows, famous among all those who go 
down to sea in ships as a first-class ra- 

Facing him is a little Frenchman, 
sturdy, compact, about twenty-five 

years of age, rather silent, but very ob- 
servant, and always cheerful and cour- 
teous. To the right of our chairman 
is, of course, an American Jew, east- 
ward bound in search of the precious 
metal. Next to the Jew sits a volu- 
ble German gentleman, of the kind who 
talk American with a German accent, 
and take a deep interest in literature, 
and are always well informed about 
every subject under the sun, and ex- 
ceedingly generous with their informa- 
tion. I sit opposite the American Jew, 
my young English friend is on my left, 
and next to him is a very charming, 
but very retiring Scotch gentleman. 
You will be surprised if I tell you that 
the last-mentioned has crossed the At- 
lantic some sixty-five times. He is one 
of those whom you never see except 
at meals, and rarely hear him even 

Among the new celebrities on board 
is the famous "Doc" Pinns, the wireless 
telegraph operator, who was the first 


man to summon help in time of dis- 
tress by means of his instrument. The 
German gentleman was telling me that 
he had been aboard the distressed ship 
at the time, and was kindly taking me 
to see Mr. Pinns in the operating room. 
He is a little fellow, very quiet, with 
a dash of the Polytechnic Institute 
about him. He works in a small state- 
room, placed amidships. The walls are 
decorated with pictures — a portrait of 
Signor Marconi, of course, and a pret- 
ty girl, with whom, for all I know, Mr. 
Pinns may be in love. 

He was in touch with the Maureta- 
nia at the time of my visit. I asked 
him to speak with her — she was not 
much more than a couple of hundred 
of miles away — and he did so. I await- 
ed the answer with considerable inter- 
est, but Mr. Pinns did not give it to 
me. , 

"He's very busy," he explained. 
"You see, he's the clearing ship at 
present. Let him do it. I've been forc- 
ing him with messages all morning, and 
he's got to work 'em off as well as a 
couple of hundred from other ships." 

I led him on to tell me something 
^■about the experience that had made 
him famous. 

"There wasn't much in it," said Mr. 
Pinns. "Any wireless operator could 
and would have done the same. I just 
kept on calling until I got an answer. 
The only thing was that I had to re- 
pair the instrument before I could call 
at all, and that took me a long time, 
because all the lights were out. I stay- 
ed on the ship with the Captain and 
some others. It was good to hear the 

passengers who had been taken off 
give us a cheer as they went by. Yes, 
that sounded pretty good, that did." 

The little Frenchman has a friend 
on the Mauretania and, both being of 
unlimited wealth, they chat with one 
another by wireless as we forge along. 

"Son-y to see you're rocking so 
much," came the ironical message from 
the Mauretania. 

"Very comfortable, thank you," re- 
plied the little Frenchman. "Won't 
you come over and have a drink?" 

With such simple humor one whiles 
away a delightful voyage. Every af- 
ternoon the American Jew rides the 
electric horse in the gymnasium for an 
hour. Every night the German gen- 
tleman, who is on intimate terms with 
the whole ship, plays cards for a couple 
of hours and loses his money, while, of 
course, they can never get ahead of the 
Jew, who wins a pretty good share 
at every game. At night, before din- 
ner, I go to the barber's shop for a 
shave. There is something most cheer- 
ful about a barber shop on board. This 
barber is a particularly agreeable per- 
son. He laughs with a splendid hearti- 
ness when I ask him if it is true that 
he has to put his customers in a rock- 
ing chair when ashore, before he can 
safely shave them. 

"Bless your heart, I don't work 
when I'm ashore. That's just why this 
life suits me so well. I don't like work- 
ing all the year round. One week at 
work and the next week idle— that's 
my way of going on. Tres bon. N'est 
ce pas?" he said, for he spoke five 



other languages in addition to his na- 
tive one. 

"Well, we have sighted Progresso. I 
have to keep it in sight and pack up 

at the same time. 

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We got to Progresso about 8 :30 at 
night, but it was half an hour or more 
before we were allowed to land. One 
could not even get a glimpse of the 
tender. This was hard, since I had 
good reason to believe that a partic- 
ular friend had come from Merida to 
meet me, and was at that moment pac- 
ing up and down by the side of the 

great steamer. However, what matters 
that now? I am at home. 

The first one I met as I stepped on 
the quay at Progresso was my friend. 
I shook his hand "a la Americaine." 
He was not in the least annoyed. My 
porter, by a curious chance, was a 
Frenchman. It seemed necessary to 
converse with him in his native tongue. 
This complicated the difficulties of get- 
ting through the customs, and I near- 
ly lost the train. 

I repeat, what matter these things 
now? I am at home, very happy, very 
tired. I intend to sleep for three days. 



The year 1980 saw the fall of one of 
the mightiest kingdoms of the earth. 
Amidst the peals of war-thunder and 
hushed murmurs and 20-inch guns, the 
nations, having arrived at the highest 
pitch of nervous excitement and hatred 
against the English, arose. 

For a hundred years Russia had 
sorely been tried. England would not 
allow her to enter into the Mediter- 
ranean and the Black Sea and so, find- 
ing no outlet to increase her power, 
and seeing her rapid, steady downfall, 
Russia secretly conspired. The Ni- 
hilists forgot their hatred for the 
Czar, and all the people, blended in 
unison of thought and action, began to 
stir themselves into proper activity. 

On the other hand, Greece finally un- 
derstood that her power was no longer 

that of old and that she was entirely 
though indirectly ruled by Great 
Britain ; she fell under the influence of 
a new Athenian orator named Melaita, 
who also stirred the boiling caldron of 

A Brazilian warship had been fired 
upon whilst crossing the Suez Canal 
and proper satisfaction not having been 
given by England, Brazil prepared for 
the inevitable end. All South America 
was aroused to the highest pitch of 
hatred and Central America joined 
hands with the United States of Brazil. 

All this time spies had been at work 
exciting the Egyptians, Sarawaks, Afri- 
cans, Boers and Chinese, and so "Egypt 
for the Egyptians" became the hushed 
cry in the land of luxury and purple 
splendor. Seeing that, England began 


to hug kindly to her vast bosom the 
French estates of the Soudan, and the 
French joined the avenging league. 
India, too, arose from her lethargy un- 
der the trained hands of the French. 
Africa became seething with the en- 
kindled embers of revolution. The 
Umjumbji tribe under their chief 
Twasata, together with the Boers and 
Arabians' of the Sahara, awaited fur- 
ther orders. Germany now saw that 
she must also join the federation. The 
Emperor had little or no love for the 
English king, and so he signed the con- 
tract. Norway and Sweden, Denmark, 
Holland, Switzerland, Italy and Belgi- 
um all declared neutrality. America 
also remained neutral and China, which 
now was the most thickly populated 
country in the world, having one bil- 
lion inhabitants now civilized, under 
the influence of Japan, remained neu- 
tral. Tl '-. was the state of affairs at 
the time of my story, and England 
knew nothing absolutely of what was 
daily happening under her very nose, 
so well was the plot guarded. 

It was a cold day in November when 
the ambassadors of all the nations 
which had joined the Avenging League 
met in an underground house under 
the Koenig Strasse in Berlin. Being 
chief messenger, and having charge of 
all secret communications', I attended 
the meeting. This congregation was 
for the purpose of ascertaining the 
worth of an invention of a German 
named Gaussel and a Japanese named 
Kito. The invention, which by the way 
was more of a discovery, consisted of 
a battleship 800 feet long. The body of 
the ship rose about 30 feet from the 

water, the rest was entirely submerged. 
Huge 20-inch guns, thirty in number, 
crowded the decks, and they were built 
of a metal which had accidentally 
been discovered on San Magen Island 
in the Arctic seas past Iceland and the 
Arctic Circle. While performing some 
experiments on that island, Gaussel 
had discovered this metal. Harder 
than platinum, more rigid than steel, 
so that no 12-inch gun shell could pene- 
trate seven inches of it, when polished 
it shone so bright that it blinded the 
eyesight. By filling the tanks with 
water, this vessel could be nearly en- 
tirely submerged, except four feet of 
it, which were) daubed black. Two 
masts surmounted the stern and bow, 
which, being made of some substance 
akin to rubber would bend under the 
shock of a shell but never break. More- 
over, its engines were run by petrol 
and could speed seventy miles an hour. 
On those towers were instruments 
which shot little shells filled with a 
substance which would ruin all vege- 
tation and trees and was at the same 
time harmful to man. At day no ship 
could fire on it on account of the sun's 
reflection on the metal. Even dark 
smoked glasses would be penetrated, so 
blinding was the effect. Equipped 
with this, the ship was to be the won- 
der of the world and aeroplanes and 
airships could not harm it from above, 
and much less submarines, torpedoes or 
mines from below. In a word, it was 
the work of a genius. 

We were all conducted to the ship 
and were so pleased at the invention 
that thirty ships were ordered at once 
and Gaussel and Kito with a band of 



500,000 laborers retired to the island 
which was called Skalaski. In one 
year the ships, thirty in number, were 
completed. All armies had been train- 
ed, and America, China and Japan, to- 
gether with the other countries which 
had remained neutral, had kept their 
promise of secrecy. 

The men in the United Army amount- 
ed to 100.000,000, and submarines were 
1,700 in number. Everything was 
ready and all waited for the word. The 
armies of the West were commanded 
by De Buchel, a German Baron, the 
warships by Poizaro, a Brazilian, the 
aeroplanes by Moissart, a Frenchman, 
the airships by Falonet LeBranc, also 
French, the army of the East by Count 
Mallakaroff, a Russian. Britain still 
knew nothing of the movement, and 
the success of our party was certain. 
Five hundred billion of bombs, full of 
that destructive chemical preparation, 
were prepared in Germany in one year. 
The metal of the San Magen Island 
known as Munitalp was brought to 

Germany and Russia. 


On the 22nd of December of the year 
1980 the German warship, under the 
pretext of a cruise, steamed out of 
Hamburg and passed the English 
shores, together with two new inde- 
structible ships semi-submerged. The 
passing of the ships caused great ex- 
citement in England. I quote the news 
from the London Times : 


Today the German navy of 172 ships 
passed Southampton for the Mediter- 

ranean. It is said that it will stop at 
Kingston, Jamaica and then go to Aus- 

Ten days later all Europe and Great 
Britain learns of the invasion of Aus- 
tralia. Everyone ran hither and thither 
in an aimless fashion. All the world 
trembled under the shock. War was 
written in the atmosphere and at last 
the hour had come. The same day, be- 
fore the English king had barely be- 
gun to realize the situation, India de- 
clared its freedom and Africa flashed 
the news under the water and over the 
air that the Republic of Africa, under 
Vonsen, a Boer, as dictator, had been 
established. At once ships were dis- 
patched to the aid of the Australians, 
but were met at the Suez Canal by the 
Russians under Mallakaroff with two 
new ships and the entire English fleet 
of twenty-two magnificent monsters of 
the deep was sunk and every man per- 

Pandemonium broke loose in Eng- 
land at this news. King George the 
9th trembled for his safety and a fleet 
of one hundred and fifty ships was 
stationed around the island and at the 
entrance of every harbor. 

Ireland now saw that this was her 
chance to free herself, and so, under 
the King Eldrin the 2nd, Ireland be- 
came a kingdom. Scotland also re- 
volted and, under Brian McGregor, be- 
came a monarchy, and together with 
Ireland, joined the federation. Soon, 
however, the fleet of airships of the 
federation overwhelmed the English 
aerial fleet and England turned to her 
navy for support. 


Away on the horizon on February 
the 2nd, 1981, the fleet of the United 
Powers, numbering seven hundred and 
fifty vessels, appeared around the Eng- 
lish shores. 

The flag of truce was hoisted on the 
mast of Rear-Admiral Mallakaroff 's 
flagship. The truce was accepted and 
the admiral went ashore to meet the 
king. Surrender on condition that they 
evacuate Egypt, Africa, India; give 
free access to all nations, Russia prin- 
cipally, to the Mediterranean and 
Black Seas; evacuate Ireland and Scot- 
land aud Australia, and keep "Wales ; 
that $500,000,000 and the islands be 
turned over to the powers, and lastly, 
that in the future she would let Greece 
alone, — such were the terms. 

The conditions were not accepted, 
and war was again declared. That 
night the bombardment started ; 
eighteen of the newly invented ships, 
semi-submerged, went forward and be- 
gan the fray. A wireless torpedo sunk 
one of our ships, the Brazil, the most 
powerful of the old ships. At this, 
Poizaro became furious. Standing on 
the deck of the new ship, the Nemedzia, 
he commanded that all ships of the new 
type should charge. The first gun of 
his flagship filled the air with death. 
Instantly the searchlights were turned 
upon us and instantly they were turned 
off, having seen that the light striking 
the ship's sides made it look like a liv- 
ing flame on the face of the waters. 
The gunboats went forward and torpe- 
does went sizzling under the water. The 
fight was now hot. The English were 
showing their bravery and skill. Soon, 

however, 720 ships turned fire on the 
enemy. The air was sounding and re- 
sounding with gun thunder. Petrol 
smoke, together with a predominant 
fog, hung heavy in the atmosphere. It 
was all I could do to stand on tip-toes 
with wax in my ears. 

The manoeuvre of the English soon 
became fatal to them. Five of their 
ships had been sunk and another five 
had taken their places. Little bombs 
called Kitga bombs were thrown. jOur 
fleet advanced. The firing of our ships 
increased. And then followed a tre- 
mendous roar and a flash of blinding 
light. "Torpedoes," I murmured to 
myself, and seizing a spy glass searched 
the shores. One by one the enemy's 
ships went down. All this time we 
were travelling along the island and 
firing, the troop-ships following. Hav- 
ing an opening at Liverpool, the troop- 
ships, escorted by one new ship, semi- 
submerged, steamed at a slow rate to- 
wards the shore. The guns on the forts 
began firing, but our ship silenced 
them. At daybreak the troops landed 
and began their march, 100,000 men 
well armed. All the next day our ships 
fought and sunk many of the English. 
In a week the fight was over. The 
Kitga bombs had done the work. All 
animals had died and men became 
bothered with a coughing fit, in which 
they perished. One by one they disap- 
peared and DeBuschel ordered the 
troops to throw the bodies into the sea. 
The troops then scoured the country, 
ravaging, plundering and seizing what 
they wanted. When we left England 
not one-tenth of the people were left, 



both King and Queen, man and woman 
and child, were sent to India as exiles, 
and England was abandoned, totally 
plundered. We then proceeded to 
Wales and did the same, only that there 
everyone, with no exception, begging 
for mercy, for quarter, fell dead under 
shot and shell and Kitga bombs. Hav- 
ing plundered Wales we then sped for- 
ward to Spain and all the other coun- 
tries which had remained neutral. None 
were spared. It was frightful to see 
the slaughter, and the waters of the sea 
turned red. Kitga bombs flew through 
the air night and day till finally Nor- 
way, Sweden, Denmark and Spain be- 
came as England and Wales. All the 
other countries were spared except 
Australia, and Belgium, which were de- 
vastated. Then we held a council of 
war at Berlin, only this time, amidst 
great processions and banquets. We 
went to the Emperor's palace and held 
a consultation there. It was at length 
decided to attack America, thereby be- 
coming sole masters of the world. 

Being an American, I left hastily for 
my country in an airship and rushed 
into the office of President McDaiman, 
a Southerner and a Democrat, who was 
my friend. I told them about their 
plans, how they were going to attack 
the Pacific side and also gave him an 
account of the destructive Kitga bombs 
and their indestructible warships. At 
this time Mexico had the best fleet on 
the Atlantic, except the United States 
and Brazil ; and, moreover, Canada 
having become tributary to the United 
States by her own consent a few years 
before, we at once stuck together. First 

of all, the Panama Canal was dammed 
in, then the next thing was to stop all 
foreigners from landing. The next 
measures were to build more war craft, 
and then the last question before the 
people was — the Kitga bombs. We ap- 
pealed to the leading chemists of the 
country to analyze the Kitga (for I had 
brought one), and to make an antidote. 
Finally a German-American named 
Vitzer announced his success. It was 
tried and found excellent. A medical 
corps was instituted and everyone in 
the whole of America was injected and 
trees and shrubs set apart by the gov- 
ernment for our maintenance were 
sprinkled with the antidote. 

At the end of the year, in August, 
1982, the fleet of the enemy appeared. 
Admiral Snave was given command of 
the Pacific, with General Foster as 
chief commander of the Pacific land 
forces and barricades, Admiral Com- 
mingston of the Atlantic and Campe- 
nera of the Gulf fleet. Lieutenant Hill 
was given command of the Atlantic 
forces ; and John Edward Carrington, 
statesman, was made dictator plenipo- 
tentiary for the time of war; whilst 
the President was commander of the 
army and admiral of the navy. 

On August the 1st, 1982, the enemy 
began firing. They were answered by 
the guns on shore, until five of their 
ships went down. Glasses of a purple 
color were given our men, and the plan 
succeeded well. At night the search- 
lights were turned on the enemy's 
ships and shot after shot drove them 
back from shore. 

Then started the Kitga bombs, the 

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air was full of them. But they became 
harmless, for everyone was immune. 
On the night of the fourth the mine un- 
der the flagship of Ppizaro exploded 
killing him, but did not endanger the 
ship, showing the solidity of the metal, 

A plot was' now formed. We deter- 
mined to steal upon them by subma- 
rines. The plot worked well. The 
night of the fifth saw the sinking of 
ten of the enemy's ships. But the next 
day we heard of the bombardment on 
the Atlantic. What were we to do? 

Then came Vitzer, the man who 
saved his country. He had invented 
something more powerful than any ex- 
plosive substance known. It was a 
liquid resembling sulphuric acid but 
floated on water like petrol. If set on 
fire it would eat up any metal, and he 
had tried it on munitalp, for I had been 

careful enough to provide myself with 
some. On the night of the tenth 
we went down in diving costumes and, 
getting under the ships, emptied many 
cans of the oil, and running an electric 
fuse buoyed on a cork, we left, even 
though we were nearly seen. That 
night saw the destruction of their fleet. 
At one o'clock in the morning the roar 
of the deadly guns summoned them to 
watery graves. The oil had indeed 
eaten through the ships and every one 
had sunk. On the Atlantic side it was 
the same. The exact proportion had 
been distributed and it had succeeded. 

The war had lasted one year. Dur- 
ing that time many were the lives lost, 
but we showed to the world what in 
such a case a nation could do. 

Thus ended the invasion of the 



After four years of college life, Per- 
cy had finally secured his sheepskin, 
and, following in the footsteps of his 
many friends, he became a traveling 
salesman. We find him on his first 
journey standing beside a huge suit 
case in the little depot at Crosswitch, 
awaiting the arrival of the eastbound 

After being told for the third time 
that the train was two hours late, he 
scrambled on a bench and was soon 
lost in peaceful dreams. How long he 
slept he could not very well tell, but 

when he awoke he saw his train slow- 
ly pulling out, and it was only by a 
desperate effort that he managed to 
catch the rear car. Half asleep, he 
tugged up the aisle of the ready-made 
berths, bumping from side to side at 
every lurch of the rocking train, and 
only retaining his balance by the 
weight of the heavy suit case which he 
held firmly in one hand. 

"Now for a good night's rest," he 
murmured, as he pulled out his ticket 
and glanced at the number of his berth. 
"Let's see — upper ten — well, here she 



is," and he unfastened the curtain 
and, with a mighty strain, cast his suit 
case into the opening. Suddenly a head 
appeared at just about the same place 
where the suit case had disappeared, 
and its owner, with one hand holding 
his nose, inquired, "What in the thun- 
der do you think you're doing?— I'm 
no umpire you're lynching, but if you 
spill another of those confounded 
trunks in here, I'll come down there 
and show you a punch Jeffries would 
have been proud of." With no more 
ceremonies he placed with a slam the 
suit case on Percy's head, and quietly 
rebuttoned his curtains. 

At this stage of the affair the por- 
ter, who had heard the disturbance, 
came upon the scene, and after a heat- 
ed argument finally persuaded Percy, 
who had exhausted all of his philoso- 
phy, that he was in the wrong car. 

When Percy finally found himself 
settled in upper ten, he cast three or 
four cautious glances at the floor, and, 
seeing six feet between himself and 
the first landing, he decided not to go 
to sleep until he felt more secure. He 
remembered the numerous times he had 
fallen from his bed during his years 
at college, and the thought in no way 
relieved him. He tried to think of 
some way for preventing an unpremed- 

itated descent, and decided at length 
to tie himself in by means of his shirt. 

The next morning Percy awoke with 
a start, and upon glancing at his 
watch found that he had but half an 
hour in which to dress. Hurriedly he 
tried to untie his knots of the night 
before, but in vain. After calling, 
"Porter!" until everyone in the car 
threatened to put him out if he didn't 
keep quiet and push the button, he fi- 
nally managed to attract that high 
official's attention. With a smiling 
face the porter set him free, and then 
asked, "What's the matter, boss; 
think you was gwine to tumble?" 

Percy then started to dress and was 
about to call it a great success, when 
he found that one of his shoes was mis- 
sing. Going to every berth in turn, he 
poked his head in and asked: "Seen 
my shoe, Mister?" He was usually in- 
vited to a rather hot climate, or had 
to dodge a fist or two. Finally Percy 
came to the last berth, and sticking his 
head in asked: "Seen my shoe, Mis- 
ter?" "No," replied Pat, "have you 
seen mine?" As Percy was forced to 
answer in the negative, Pat produced 
a pair of number nines from his satch- 
el, and, after surveying them at arm's 
length, with a critical eye, said, "Now, 
let's see yours." 



A.C. M. 

How wondrous to behold, 

When daylight wanes, 
The changing of the gold, 

As darkness gains — 
To see the syren cloud, 

In bold display, 
Luring with silver light 

Into his death and shroud, 
Into the dismal night, 

The gorgeous dying Monarch of the Day ! 

Gold, silver, grey, and then a darksome thing — 
Thus sinks beneath the wave the great Day's King. 
Behind the hills of palm and elm and pine 
They lay his corse beneath the western brine. 

Yet the more lightsome, gentle, bright and soft, 

Breaks his fair sister on the mount aloft. 

The sweet moon shines as ne'er before she shone, 

Like some loved memory of the day that's gone 

Only a reflection of her Brother's light, 
And yet, for all, Consoler of the Night. 

Sweet Moon, God bless thee ! Hail, thou memory tender 
Of Suns we saw when youth was in its splendor ! 
Thou virgin mirror of the days of grace, 
The Sun's pure smile is mirrored in thy face ! 

Thus, when the light and peace and calm have fled, 
And days ol joy are darkened as the dead, 
Thou risest o'er the care, 
And o'er the pains, 
The wear 
And doles 
Of souls 

In chains, — 
Thou risest like a memory calm, to fill 
The rising passion with thy "Peace be still". 




And with Thee, Memories of the Suns gone by 

Break calmly, gently, softly from on high, 

Strike on the soul with faith that says to mountains, 

"Begone ye, to the sea !" 

Touches the hard heart's rock, until the fountains 

Gush forth eternally 

Only reflections, true, 

Of when the sky was blue. 
Yet more than mere reflections — hours that are given 
To lure us on the rugged way to heaven, 
Yea, bright enough, 

Delight enough, 
To keep us from the shadows of the Shoal 
That often wreck the night-enveloped soul ! 


F. A. MEYER, '12 

"Mother!" you said, 

"Well, dear, what is it?" she an- 

"Did you say that first letter was 

"Yes, dear." 

"And the next B? Then comes G?" 

"No, dear, not G but C." 

You sat on your mother's lap. The 
wolf-wind howled at the door and you 
shuddered, cuddling down in your 
mother's arms. The wilder the wolf- 
wind the softer was the lamp-light. The 
story hook lay on your lap and mother 
was reading from it; perhaps she had 
read the sad little tale fifty times' be- 
fore, — her face grave, her voice low 
and tragic, while you listened with 
bated breath: 

Who killed Cock Robin?" 
"I," said the Sparrow, 
"With my bow and arrow, — 
I killed Cock Robin." 
It was the first murder you had ever 
heard about and it seemed to you quite 
a hideous spectacle, — a beautiful, warm 
red-breast pierced by that fatal dart, 
a poor, soft little birdie dead, by the 
assassin's hand. A lump arose in your 
throat. A tear rose in your eye, — two, 
three tears. They rolled down your 

"P— poor Cock Robin!" 
"There, there, dear, don't cry!" 
"But, M-oother — the sparrow — he 
k-killed him." 

Alas, yes. The sparrow had killed 
him, for the book said so. "And, 



mother, what did they do to the wick- 
ed sparrow; did they hang him?" 

"No, dear, they didn't hang him, be- 
cause he flew too high and they 

couldn't catch him." 

# # # 

Then mother took you into the gar- 
den and laid you in the large swing 
grandfather had built for you, and you 
were there swaying to and fro in the 
shadows; and the shadows swayed to 
and fro in the gale ; and to and fro 
your thoughts swayed in your dream- 

The wind sang in the apple boughs, 
the flowering branches filled and bent, 
and all about you were the tossing, 
shimmering grasses, and all above you 
birds singing and flittering in the sky. 
And so you swayed to and fro till you 
were the little sailor in a blue suit, 
sailing the blue sea. 

The wind sang in the rigging. The 
white sails filled and bent. Your ship 
scudded through the tossing, shimmer- 
ing foam. Gulls screamed and circled 
in the sky — and so you sailed and sail- 
ed, with the sea-breeze in your curls. 

The ship anchored. The swing 
stopped. You were only a little boy. 

"Mother," you said, softly, for your 
voice was drowsy with your dream. 

She did not hear you. She sat there 
in the arbor seat, smiling at you, her 
hands idle, her sewing slipping from 
her knees. 

You did not know it then, but you 
do now, — that to see the most beauti- 
ful woman in the world you must be 
her little boy. 

There in her garden, in her lap, with 
her arms around yon, and her cheeks 
between your hands, you gazed, won- 
dering, into the blue fondness of her 
eyes. You saw her lips, forever smil- 
ing at you, forever seeking your own. 
You heard her voice, sweet with love- 
words : 

"My dearest?" 


"My darling?" 


"My own little boy?" 

And then her arms crushing you to 
her breast and then her lips ; and then 
her voice again : 

"Once in this very garden, in this 
very seat, mother sat dreaming of 

"Of me, mother?" 

"Of you. Here in the garden, with 
that very bush there red with blos- 
soms, and the birds singing in those 
very trees. She dreamed that you were 
a little baby, warm and soft in her 
arms, — and while the wind sang to the 
flowers, mother sang you a lullaby, and 
you stretched out your hands to her 
and smiled; and then — oh, darling!" 

"But it was only a dream, mother!" 

"It was only a dream — yes, — but it 
came true on a night in July, the first 
of July it was — " 

"My birthday, mother?" 

"Your birthday, dear!" 

"Oh, mother," you exclaimed 
breathlessly, "what a beautiful 




The clanging hoof, the echoing horn 

Are gone, Sweet Summer 

And the robber bold who struck the trees 

And killed the flowers, and chilled the breeze 

Is dead. Sweet Summer ! 

The merry bells, the winter's snow 

Died soon, Sweet Summer 

And your foul Ixion, with his spade, 

"Who buried the leaves and played and stayed 

Is dead, Sweet Summer! 

But elfin Spring, with tender hands 

"Was born, Sweet Summer! 

And from your tomb, the winter's snow, 

She nursed you, made the warm breeze blow, 

Sweet Summer ! 

And now in chorus grand and true 
The birds, the flowers, the dales, the hills, 
The exiled fish, the running rills, 
The martial pine, the gallant oak, 
(Which from King Winter shook the yoke) 
The creeping vines, magnolias fair, 
Which fill with perfume sweet the air, 
All welcome you ! 

And so, dear Summer, young and sweet, 
Though sneaking snakes may prowl around, 
Leaving the damp and filthy ground, 
Though warm the days, and hot the sun, 
In happiness the rivers run. 
The buzzing bees with drumming noise, 
The singing birds add to our joys, 
And so we greet, Sweet summer greet ! 



So Year's proud daughter, tarry here 
"With sprightly step, walk with the breeze ; 
Send fair flowers, charm the trees 
That sweet, strange music fill the air; 
That birds may sing sweet songs as rare 
As Orpheus' harp, and Gabriel's prayer, 
And mortal thoughts to God may rise 
That this earth be a paradise, 
Sweet Summer! 

Ye Women Make Fools of Us All 


Yes, fellows, I must 'fess up. I did 
once think I had a calling to the foot- 
lights. I could see myself the shining 
star of the theatrical constellation, but 
always at my zenith, never rising or 
setting. I realized, however, that I 
would have to do something before I 
could begin to rise ; then I would have 
to do lots more before I would reach 
that high station at which I always ap- 
peared in my dreams, when drinkiug 
wine with Julia Marlowe or eating spa- 
ghetti with Caruso. The first cost me 
$500, but I do not regret it; the second 
I never tried, for I had set even be- 
fore I began to rise, and now I know 
that I am not cut out to climb the 
stairs of fame with the applause of 
the populace for a booster. 

It would not be of interest for me 
to tell why I took a fancy to the stage, 
neither would it be at all enjoyable, 
for a fellow never likes to go to the 
bottom of facts, especially when the 
contrariness of a dainty miss is the 
cause of his foolish step ; sometimes 
drink, sometimes carbolic acid, but in 

my parti cular case the stage. She held 
one side of an argument, I the other, 
and so we fussed. I did nut think there 
was any chance of mending matters, 
so I became a little sore on the world 
and, just for spite, thought 1 would 
force myself upon the unsuspecting 

With $500, (our bungalow fund), a 
ticket to Shreveport, a suit case full 
of race-horse clothes and lots of ambi- 
tion and high hopes, £ left my peace- 
ful little abode and caught the train. 

In Shreveport I signed at the best 
hotel, played society rather promiscu- 
ously and consequently reduced my 
roll of currency in no small degree. Af- 
ter knocking about for a few days I 
spoke to a moving picture king and 
got all the necessary dope. Houston, 
Texas, was the place to try out, make 
good and get on the circuit which in- 
cludes all the summer vaudeville 
houses in the South, with a salary of 
$75,— perhaps, — for a starter. 

I was thinking of going on as a black- 
face comedian ; but never had anything 



more substantial than the thought, un- 
til one day I saw a display of blankets 
at reduced prices in a window. Then 
the idea struck me. I bought the clas- 
siest pair in the window ; had a tailor 
to make me a suit ; wide pants and all 
that, — some sporty? Then I laid in a 
supply of make-up ; left Shreveport for 
Mineral "Wells, Texas, to rest up and 
compose my act. Roll of bills, dwind- 
ling, dwindling ! dwindling ! 

The Wells was a rather fashionable 
resort ; it cost me a little to keep in the 
swim, but I was game to the core, — as 
long as I lasted. Finally, I got togeth- 
er a rather good monologue. I thought 
it was great ; consisting of several big 
hits I had heard. Beneath the spread- 
ing pines I did my rehearsing. Then 
when all was ready I departed for 
Houston to make good, leaving behind 
some memories of summer flirtations' 
and a proportional amount of cash. The 
theatrical man at Houston was already 
acquainted with my intentions through 
letters ; so when I arrived in the city, 
after putting up at a swell hotel, I call- 
ed on the gentleman and was command- 
ed to be around the next morning for 
trial. I was there. 

It took me just two hours to get my- 
self made up ; then I came out on the 
stage, expecting to be met with a round 
of applause, but, alas, my disappoint- 
ment ! Nothing but empty benches — 
only one was occupied. The manager 
sat in a rear seat, almost as jolly look- 
ing as a sphinx. With a little nervous- 
ness I went through my act. At the 
real funny parts I paused, expecting 
applause, but never a smile or a clap 

came from my solitary audience. His 
only move was a slight adjustment of 
his curly, upturned moustache. When 
I finished I felt like I had lost every- 
thing in the world. I do not know why, 
but I realized that I had failed and it 
was' by no means a pleasant sensation. 
The man seemed to pity me, for he was 
very kind, gently giving me to under- 
stand that my true vocation was not 
on the stage. I guess if he had told 
me what he really thought I could have 
had him arrested. Well, that night I 
went out to drown my sorrow. Suc- 
cess crowned this effort at least, for 
the next morning I woke up in my ho- 
tel feeling like a snowbird in a hot- 
box, absolutely broke, away from 
friends, with nothing pawnable except 
an old watch. The Hebrew, even after 
I had argued with him for fifteen min- 
utes, declared: "I couldn't give my 
mother more than $2.85 for it." It 
was robbery, of course, but I let it go 
at that, had a good meal, and then sent 
a collect message back home to a pal 
of mine for aid. There was nothing 
else to do, so I shut myself in my room 
to await developments. It would not 
do for me to tell of the thoughts' that 
occupied my mind during that wait. A 
soliloquy on the bitterness of the world 
in general and the cruelty of one of 
Eve's daughters in particular, was 
about the most I accomplished. About 
nine o'clock came a rap on the door; 
I thought a big cop would obey my 
faltering command of "Come in." But 
he did not. It was only a messenger 
boy with two envelopes. The first was 
from my friend. It read: "Have wired 

A. B. CLASS OF '11 

S. P. Pardue K. P. Leche P. P. Patout 
J T Bauer Rev. E. C. de laMoriniere, S. J. C. H. Plauche 
S. V. Riffel W. H. Kelly J. J. McHardy B. Rios 



you credit at hotel; best wishes." The 
other was from— well, I won't say who, 
for she does not use that name any 
more and you would not know her. It 
read: "Come back and see our moon. 
I was wrong." I told you she was con- 
trary and she afterwards said that she 
would never have given in, but she was' 
afraid that I was going to be murder- 
ed when Jack told her that I was in 

I won't tell you all that happened in 
the next few days, for it would sound 
like the same old story where "They 

all live happy forever after." This, 
however, you may know : my stage ca- 
reer ended short, for that very night 
my blanket suit was the property of 
a proud porter and I was speeding 
homeward to see — the moon, of course. 
And now every time I want her to 
be particularly good to me I remind 
her of the time when she almost made 
me throw my life away just because 
she persisted in saying that a girl had 
a right to break an engagement when- 
ever she so wished, and tried to prove 
it by practicing on me. 


J. P. NEWSHAM, '12 

There is no theme, perhaps, about 
which so much has been written than 
the subject I have chosen for a brief 
essay. The ! daily' papers, magazines 
and periodicals are full of it ; clever ad- 
vertisements abound ; attractive trips 
are offered without end j pleasing pros- 
pects are held out to tired business' 
men of cool country lanes, pure air, 
tall pines, green meadows, ripening or- 
chards, limpid brooks abounding in 
trout just ready for the bait ; in fact, 
every rural joy imaginable is pictured 
in the most vivid colors. Of course 
none of* the drawbacks, such as dull- 
ness, the loss of modern conveniences, 
etc., is brought forth in the least ; they 
are relegated to the background. 

On the other hand, the lure of the 
great cities, teeming with life, holds 
forth in attraction fully as great for a 
man who has always lived in the coun- 

try. Nor are their disadvantages any 
the less obscured. No mention is made 
of the fact that the temperature in 
large cities is, as a rule during the sum- 
mer months, above 90 degrees Fahren- 
heit. The smoke and dust and bustle 
and confusion are hidden beneath a 
rosy cloud of expectations. 

Again we Americans are under 
great pressure to go abroad while sum- 
mer holds the reins of the seasons. 
To cross the weltering wave, to brave 
the perils of the deep, to stand where 
Napoleon and Wellington and Hanni- 
bal stood, to visit the hallowed spots 
of ancient and modern history, to scale 
the lofty monarch of the Alps, Mont 
Blanc, or to gaze into the fierce cal- 
dron of Vesuvius — surely these are de- 
sires natural to the heart of man. Grand 
as all these may be in many cases, the 
expectation exceeds the realization. 



It is true that one does not have to 
go far from our own United States to 
have all his sight-seeing desires satis- 
fied. The solemn grandeur of Niagara, 
forever rolling in impotent rage over 
the falls, only to dash on the rocks be- 
neath ; the awe-inspiring geysers of 
the Yellowstone National Park, shoot- 
ing thousands of feet up into the air, 
mid brilliant colored lights; the snow- 
crowned summits of the Rockies, 
clothed in eternal mist ; the fair cities 
of the plain ; the rushing rivers— all 
these afford splendid opportunities for 
enjoyment, as well as benefit. 

My ideal of a vacation is one spent 
in some way that offers all the advan- 
tages of city and country life without 
any of the drawbacks. Suburban life 

seems about the nearest attainment to 
this ideal, but such is not always the 

I love travel, but I hate a rush. 
This may seem a paradox, but it is 
undoubtedly true that all the joys of 
traveling can be had by leisurely ex- 

Above all, we should endeavor to 
make our vacations as fruitful as pos- 
sible. Good books are excellent com- 
panions for the long, hot day hours. 
We must strive ever to do good before 
God and man, nor is vacation a time 
for laxity in morals. Our conscience 
must ever be the beacon light to lead 
us on through every situation in life. 



No man was held in higher esteem 
in the community than Judge Benton. 
For term after term he had been elect- 
ed, unopposed, to the office of crim- 
inal judge, and such was his reputa- 
tion for integrity and impartiality that 
even the unfortunate wretches on whom 
he passed sentence, as required by law, 
bore him no malice. 

Seated one afternoon in his study, 
after a heavy morning's work in court, 
the judge was leisurely going over his 
mail, dropping' much of it into the 
waste-basket and carefully noting the 
contents of the rest. Of a sudden he 
turned pale and rose from his seat 
in astonishment. The cause of his ex- 

citement lay in an ill-written letter in 
an evidently disguised hand. The let- 
ter read : 

"Judge — On the first of this month 
you sentenced to death Dick Salmon, 
an innocent man. You have so many 
friends in this district that we know 
we will not be able to put a stop to 
your prosperous career, but if you do 
not move creation to obtain Dick's 
pardon from the governor, be prepar- 
ed to suffer a death worse than death. 
We will bide our time." 

There was no signature, but a dag- 
ger, clutched in a blood-red hand. 
Judge Benton slowly read the letter 
over again. Of the guilt of Salmon he 



had not the slightest doubt, but he 
knew, too, the power and vindictive- 
ness of the Red Hand band, for in the 
section of the country where he lived 
many atrocious crimes had been charg- 
ed up to their account, though who 
they were and how they accomplished 
their nefarious deeds had never been 
made manifest. Turning these thoughts 
over in his mind, the judge felt that 
he was dangerously near yielding to 
the demand, but in a fe\V moments 
duty and honor triumphed and, walk- 
ing to the fireplace, he resolutely con- 
signed the letter to the flames. The 
red tongues of fire seemed to leap up 
and greedily devour the evidence of 
the just judge's momentary dalliance 
with temptation. 

Gazing into the ashes a world of 
thoughts crowded into his mind. 

"What can be death worse than 
death? The loss of my position, my 
wealth, my friends? But I would wil- 
lingly lose all these sooner than my 
life or my honor." 

Just then the bell clanged out from 
the tower of St. John's College, almost 
across the street, and when in a few 
minutes the light-hearted voices of the 
lads released from their studies fell 
upon his ears, a new train of thoughts 
began to course through Judge Ben- 
ton's mind. As he gazed out the win- 
dow he saw one boy in that happy 
group, — his boy. 

"Merciful Heaven!" he cried, half 
aloud, "can it be that the scoundrels 
mean to rob me of my brightest jewel? 
That would be death indeed, and worse 
than death!" 

The thought was so overpowering 
that, turning away from the window, 
the stern judge sank into a chair at 
his desk and gave way to tears of un- 
restrained grief. Within a month Dick 

Salmon died on the scaffold. 

* # * 

A year has passed and the scene 
has shifted to Greenhill college, many 
miles away. There is a boy on the 
playground who attracts one's atten- 
tion. He seems to be about thirteen 
years old, yet large for his age. Fair- 
haired and blue-eyed, with finely 
moulded features, he is yet not a boy 
to whom his fellows could attach the 
opprobrious 'epithet of "sissy," 1 for 
he held the reputation of being the 
best all round athlete for his years 
in the school. Of course he is none 
other than Judge Benton's son, else 
he would not figure here. 

As the months passed, the awful 
dread of unknown terrors gradually 
passed from the judge's mind, yet for 
safety's sake he thought it wise to 
send his boy to school far away from 

One day in November Harry Benton 
was strolling alone through the woods 
around the college. During the win- 
ter months one of the favorite pastimes 
of the younger boys was squirrel trap- 
ping. A youngster would steal away 
in the evening and hide his traps in 
some "good" trees, known to him a^ne 
and anxiously await the results next 
morning. Harry had set all his traps 
save one, which he reserved for a fine 
tree some distance southeast of the 
lake. Arriving at the foot of a wide- 



spreading oak he took off his coat to 
scramble up the branches. At that mo- 
ment a rough-looking man stepped out 
from behind the trunk of the tree and 
caught him rudely by the shoulder. 
Amazed and terrified, Harry sprang 
back and, seeing the nature of his as- 
sailant, cried out with all the strength 
of his soul and body, "How dare you!" 
Without a word the ruffian dealt him 
a savage blow on the head Avith a club, 
and the boy sank to the ground. 

On awakening he found himself in 
bed in a small, dirty room, with a di- 
lapidated wash-stand and a broken 
chair for furniture. But he was neither 
surprised nor troubled ; he did not re- 
member or care how he came to be in 
that room J the past was completely 
blotted out from his memory. A man 
came into the room and gave him some 
water. Sitting up in bed, Harry be- 
gan to ask some incoherent questions 
about himself and his surroundings. 
After giving a few evasive answers the 
man soon found that the boy's mind 
was an absolute blank as regarded the 
past. The Red Hand had bided its 

# # # 

A decade of years sped swiftly by 
for Harry, but on leaden feet for his 

grief-stricken father. In vain had he 
and his friends striven with might and 
main to discover some trace of the lost 
boy. He had disappeared as complete- 
ly as if he had never existed. Judge 
Benton was still on the bench, grown 
old more through care than age. He 
was still the same upright judge and 
all the more beloved because of the 
great grief that had cast its shadow 
across his life. One day in the regu- 
lar course of his work he called a case 
similar t;o that one that had blotted 
out all happiness from his life. Be- 
fore him stood a prisoner, charged with 
murder, a villanous-looking, deformed 
man of seemingly thirty-five years. On 
his countenance were stamped all the 
marks of vice and insanity. One search- 
ing look into the criminal's face re- 
vealed the awful truth. With a wild 
cry the judge threw his arms around 
the wretched man and sobbed out : "My 
boy! My Harry!" But the creature 
drew back from him and sneered : 
"Don't get to blubbering over me, you 
old fool!" With one last look at his 
boy the heart-broken old man lifted 
up his hands and cried: "God pity 
me ! This is death worse than death ! ' ' 
then fell to the floor,dead. 






In great crises, which affect either 
the world at large or certain countries 
in particular, the Omnipotent God, who 
holds in His hands the destinies of na- 
tions and watches over them with pa- 
ternal care, creates souls to combat and 
overcome the colossal difficulties which 
arise. There have always been men 
who seemed to hold within them this 
spark of divinity, whose whole lives, 
with all their aims and purposes, seem- 
ed directed by one dominant thought— 
that they were the elect of God for the 
accomplishment of some great design ; 
men who were the possessors of those 
great ideas which have ruled the world 
as far back into the dim recesses of the 
ages past as history and oral tradition 
penetrate. In the latter part of the 
middle ages, when a new horizon seem- 
ed to spread before the eyes of an 
awakened Europe, but at a time also 
when the swarthy, vengeful pirates' of 
Mohammed's breed still hung a lower- 
ing cloud over the Mediterranean, 
threatening the venturesome sons of 
commerce and enterprise, there arose 
the man, who was to open the gates to 
prosperity, closed tight against Europe 
for over a decade of centuries. That 
man was' none other than the gallant 
Genoese geographer, that peerless 
knight of the Cross, that herald of God 
to new continents and newer peoples, 
the courageous, the constant, the 
Christ-like Christopher Columbus. 

This venturesome spirit, whom his- 
tory depicts as one man amongst many, 
valorous where all are brave, unswerv- 
ing in trust where all are true, had a 
singularly varied career, alternately 
glorious and pathetic. Not much is 
known of his early life, and indeed so 
obscure he seemed to be that even the 
date of his birth has not been fully de- 
termined. Yet from obscurity he rose, 
as the little acorn spreads into the 
giant oak, and became the greatest man 
of his age, the cynosure of the eyes of 
the world, and a mighty pillar in the 
architecture of mankind. 

His youth was spent at sea, making 
many voyages with his countrymen, the 
Genoese sailors, the most daring and 
enterprising of all those traffickers on 
the pathless deep, whose annals still 
stand for the amusement, the edifica- 
tion, and the instruction of succeeding 
generations. As Columbus grew older 
this passion for a life on the sea grew 
stronger, and while voyaging near the 
unexplored waters of Africa, the ambi- 
tion to become an explorer himself and 
carry out his own pet theory of going 
west for land took possession of his 
mind. This bold plan Columbus at 
length followed out with a courage and 
strength of will which no obstacles or 
difficulties could affright or enfeeble. 
Chill ingratitude may stalk abroad, dis- 
trust be rampant, greed for gold and 
jealousy work their worst, but our hero 



though tried in the balance, is never 
found wanting, — modest and faithful 
when honors crowd thick upon him, 
calm in danger, strong amid titanic 
hardships, patient against all the heart- 
ache and the pain that grim destiny 
with strange relentlessness had planned 
for him. His dismal wanderings from 
land to land seeking recognition, form 
the first of the pathetic periods of his 
career, compensated for in some degree 
by the great honors and generous emol- 
uments granted him after his first voy- 
age. But then again he looms up be- 
fore us as a man deprived of what was 
his by every title that justice and 
gratitude could establish. 

No long line of illustrious progeni- 
tors was his. Columbus was born of 
poor parents some time near the mid- 
dle of the fifteenth century. This 
great man, whose life forms the bind- 
ing tie between the old world and the 
new, early showed his vocation to be 
that of a rover of the deep. Even 
then, as during the whole of his after 
life, the undaunted spirit of this won- 
derful man shone out refulgent be- 
cause of his many great and noble 
qualities. The natural genius of the 
explorer, combined with a strong de- 
termination and confidence in himself, 
was what won for him his lofty niche 
in the annals of renown. 

Undismayed at the refusals to hear 
his plans by the courts of Portugal and 
Genoa, Columbus set out to find a 
place where he would receive favorable 
audience. He disclosed his theories, 
his hopes and dreams to Ferdinand, 
when that great monarch was under 

the very walls of Grenada, expending 
the noblest and the best that Castile 
and Aragon could put forth, in a last 
Herculean effort to drive the treach- 
erous Moor forever from the fair 
provinces of Catholic Spain. Little 
wonder then that, while the issue of 
that terrible struggle was still in doubt, 
Columbus' plans seemed to the anxious 
king visionary, impossible of realiza- 
tion, nay, even chimerical. Our wan- 
derer was about to leave the peninsula 
when one day, as he stopped at La 
Rabida to obtain food for his beloved 
child Fernando and himself, the favor- 
able impression which he made on the 
abbot, Father Juan Perez, entirely 
changed his prospects. The abbot, re- 
lying on assurances which he received 
from certain ecclesiastical advisers to 
the court, felt certain that the help 
which the king, burdened as he was 
by the expense and cares of a great 
war, had hesitated to give, would be 
afforded by the generous and high- 
minded Queen Isabella. It was a 
glorious harbinger of the position 
which womankind was to hold in this 
land of ours that the only person who 
seemed fully to understand the majes- 
tic scope of his plans and the invinci- 
ble quality of his genius was the able 
and gracious Queen of Castile.. Isa- 
bella alone of all the illustrious per- 
sonages of that era shares with Colum- 
bus the honors of his great achieve- 
ment. She placed the resources of her 
kingdom, nay, even her personal for- 
ture, at the disposal of this mystic 
mariner, and four centuries of devoted 
and liberty loving generations pay a 



just tribute to her surpassing wisdom 
and generous faith. Columbus stated 
his theories clearly, and having proved 
to his royal auditors the very probable 
fact of land being found by sailing 
west, an expedition was at last fitted 

We may ask here, and not without 
reason, what underlying, heart-hidden, 
impelling force was there that could 
have availed to support our adventurer 
during so many years of disappoint- 
ment and poverty? What was it that 
steeled his heart, which after all was 
only human, to that venture upon an 
unknown main, which, according to 
the wild superstitions of sea-faring 
folk, was peopled with demon forms 
and savage beasts of frightful shape, 
and from which there seemed not even 
the remotest possibility of a safe re- 
turn? For answer we must let our 
thoughts wander far into eternity to 
regard the designs of the Eternal One, 
whose Divine economy as depicted in 
the magic pages of history, seems ever 
to have been to force the progress of 
the Cross continually westward. Co- 
lumbus' over-mastering idea was that 
he was commissioned by highest 
Heaven, both by his name, and by di- 
vine command, to carry "Christ across 
the sea" to new continents and pagan 
peoples. The Cross of Calvary, and its 
eternal sacrifice must supplant the hu- 
man sacrifice of Aztec, Arawak, and 
Carib. Columbus never ceases, during 
the many vicissitudes of his career, to 
bear about him the brilliance of this 
supernatural destiny, it surrounds him 
like a halo, arms him with the faith of 

the predestined and keeps him ever 
consistent with the dignity of his mis- 
sion. The melodramatic would for- 
sooth depict him as a doughty admiral, 
quelling a mutiny on the high seas or 
going down to his grave in penury, un- 
known, unlettered and unsung. But 
exact science finds no place for such 
vagaries, and we must brand them as 
legends, "false creations proceeding 
from the heat oppressed brain." True, 
they might serve to excite our pity, but 
the eternally famous discoverer of a 
hemisphere stands not in need of the 
pratings of such sentimentalists; his 
career in its every aspect is dignified; 
every least phase has an element of the 
sublime ; the life of Columbus is a veri- 
table epic. 

All preparations for his voyage hav- 
ing been made, the admiral and his 
valiant crew fortified themselves with 
the life-giving food of the sacraments. 
With their Eucharistic King still 
dwelling in their breasts, and the bless- 
ing of God's holy ministers still sound- 
ing in their ears, they set sail on their 
eventful trip, the third of August, 
fourteen hundred and ninety-two, 
reaching the Occident on October the 
twelfth of the same year. I will not 
try to picture to you the sublime joy 
felt by Columbus on attaining the cul- 
mination of his desires; it would be a 
task as well nigh impossible as depict- 
ing the joys of Heaven. Alexander 
gloried in the conquest of the then 
known world; Caesar, in forcing back 
the confines of the Roman Empire to 
the British Isles; Napoleon, in seeing 
"his sabres flash beneath the frown of 



the immortal Sphinx, but what tongue 
can tell the exultation that filled the 
heart of Columbus, when, at the com- 
mand of his genius, there stood reveal- 
ed a new world. 

However, no man while on this earth 
can attain full and perfect happiness. 
Columbus was no exception. Both his 
spirit and courage were sorely tried on 
this trip, as was the case on his sub- 
sequent expeditions. Impatient, timori- 
ous crews had to be tactfully con- 
trolled. The aborigines were to be 
made friends. But then, after having 
gained the renown due him for discov- 
ering new lands, and receiving the ad- 
miralship and the dignity of viceroy in 
the new continent, enemies, envious of 
his position and good fortune, made 
false charges against him which he had 
to refute. This he did in clear and 
convincing terms, vindicating himself 
from the calumnies directed against 
him. Yet so insidious were the charges 
that he lost the high places he had 
held, and although he did not regain 
the offices he so much desired, yet his 
good name has been kept fair and 
fresh to all readers of his truly won- 
derful life. 

The generation in which a man lives 
seldom understands the really great 
man. We live for today, he lives for a 
day after today. The very simplicity 
of the master thought of a genius en- 
ables him to pierce the veil between 
time and a succeeding eternity, thus he 
builds in futurity the monument which 
too frequently his own day and gen- 
eration denies him. Columbus, we here 
of every clime and country hail thee, 

discoverer, dreamer mayhap, apostle 
ever. With a retrospect that now 
lengthens on toward the fifth hun- 
dredth year, we can appreciate in some 
slight degree the vastness of the hori- 
zon which bounds thy vision, the in- 
finite scope of thy genius. A paean of 
gratitude and praise wells up from 
myriads' of hearts to celebrate thy 
triumph of intellect and faith. Nor 
marble nor brass can fitly form thy 
statue. ' Continents j are thy monu- 
ments ; unnumbered because number- 
less are the millions present and to 
come who rise before our enchanted 
imagination to show what progress has 
been made by the great world since 
thy day, what new highways have been 
opened to an ever advancing civiliza- 
tion, what vast conquests achieved for 
God's greater glory and the advance- 
ment and triumph of His church. 

What attracts the work-a-day man 
in Columbus is the fact that he himself 
was so much a man fundamentally 
even as they are. Though to some ex- 
tent a visionary, an idealist, the things 
he did were real things; he was a 
practical genius, yet neither the prac- 
tical nor the dreamer in him could 
obliterate what was so intensely hu- 
man. He never lost the gift of love- 
ableness, and like good wine, he grew 
mellower with age. With his life he 
was far from being miserly; he used it 
all in the discharge of duty, thus he 
became one of the foremost agents of 
God's great purpose for the unifica- 
tion of the race. How perfectly Co- 
lumbus embodied this plan of the 
union of old and new may easily be 

B. S. CLASS OF '11 

H. C. Gremillion E. L. Ball U. H. Berthier 
C. K. Wohner C. L. Black Rev. G. A. Ri ttmeyer, S. J. T. K. Schimpf F A Dowc 
J. J. Trolio R. L. Drago A. A. M artel P. V. Byrne T. P. Hale 
D. S. Moran J. D. Mclntyre 



judged from the fact that as life's sun 
was slowly sinking to the night of 
death, he yearned to use his every 
power and all his material resources in 
a mighty effort to reconquer the Holy 

That the whole tenor of the discov- 
erer's life was deeply religious not 
even the most casual readers of his 
biography can reasonably doubt. With 
men of meaner caliber much service on 
the sea and converse with rough sea- 
faring men beget a reckless disregard 
of danger, and a certain grossness of 
manner which readily distinguish them 
from those who pursue the less turbu- 
lent occupations of their land-abiding 
brothers. The sailor's mind usually 
teems with the most trivial fancies and 
superstitions. Every little circum- 
stance is magnified into a portent. Co- 
lumbus seems to have had a mind far 
removed from the great bulk of men 
when "went down to the sea in ships," 
in respect to such childish imaginings. 
Close communion with nature on the 
vast solitude of the deep had given his 
mind a lofty tone and raised his soul 

to a deep inward appreciation of the 
greatness of nature's God. Long years 
of contact with the symphony of sea 
and sky, the mute language of the in- 
numerable stars that shine and twinkle 
in the eternal firmament above had at- 
tuned his soul to harmony with the 
sublimity of God's universe. This it 
was that gave almost a prophetic tinge 
to his day dreams and elevated and 
purified his great soul. 

Magnanimous of heart, Columbus 
followed out the golden rule of life, 
treating his enemies feelingly, nay, 
even with kindness, instead of using 
the vulgar expedient of personal re- 
venge in the every day life of men of 
lower ideals. The great virtues of 
meekness and resignation to the will of 
God practiced by Columbus during his 
life were brought out in a striking and 
forcible manner when on his death-bed 
and with his latest breath, this "Christ- 
bearer, world-revealer" uttered the 
words first spoken by his great Ex- 
emplar: "Father, into Thy Hands I 
commend my spirit." 





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DENNIS S. MORAN, '11 ...:.... JOSEPH P. NEWSHAM, '12 





It is not here our 
A Word to Our aim to bring tears to 
Graduates. the eyes of our boys 

who are about to 
bid their last farewell to Alma Mater, 
by reminding them that their happiest 
days have been spent and they must 
now enter on the serious path of life 
to prove themselves worthy of the Pur- 
ple and White ; neither do we wish to 
so far strain the situation as to remind 
them of all they are leaving, as a sweet 
girl graduate once did in a sobbing 
voice when she said: "For the past 
few years every brick in these build- 
ings has held its magic charm," be- 
cause we believe that there are other 
bricks just as charming if viewed from 
the proper angle. Everybody in gen- 
eral knows that with the end of col- 
lege life serious work begins ; it follows 
in the natural order of events. It is 

also a known fact that Spring Hill boys 
prove true blue after the instructions 
at Alma Mater. We only wish to say a 
hearty "Good-bye!" to our friends and 
wish them all possible success in their 
future calling. 

From the common opinion one is led 
to think that a boy on receiving his 
sheep-skin is standing on the verge of 
a deep precipice, behind him all the 
good in the world, in front nothing but 
wickedness, sorrow and sin, with no 
chance except to leap in and become as 
his surroundings, whilst in reality he 
is only turning a sharp corner in the 
road of life where the highway of 
right-living is just a bit more narrow, 
yet still thick with blessings for those 
who seek; leaving behind many happy 
recollections of boyhood, 'tis true, but 
facing the goal of achievement, the 
road to which is always a little rough 



and along which we are all destined to 
travel. But what of that? Nothing 
worth while comes without struggle, 
and we have just that confidence in 
the Seniors of '11 to helieve them ca- 
pable of fighting a good fight, not to 
die, but to conquer. 

Whatever be your pursuit in life 
when you join the noble order of 
bread-winners — be leaders. Men are 
educated to lead, not to follow. Stick 
to that good old motto: "Whatever 
row you hoe, hoe it clean." And Spring 
Hill will ever be proud to call you her 

Then, too, graduating seems to call 
for a good many tears, broken hearts, 
etc. To our minds this also is a wrong 
impression. Nobody is about to take a 
long trip to parts unknown, or any- 

thing quite so exciting. We are all go- 
ing to stay right here in the good old 
U. S. A. ; and there are many chances, 
for the world itself is not so large, that 
we shall see each other a few times 
again before the end. 

If you cannot get around to see us 
as often as you would like, or if your 
duty calls you to a far land, remember 
that The Springhillian keeps you post- 
ed on the doings of your boyhood 
friends and brings you back to the 
scenes of your youth. We are always 
glad to hear from OLD BOYS. 

In parting we could say with Brutus : 
"If we do not meet again, why we 

shall smile, 
If not, why then this parting were well 



J. BECKER, '12 M. DIAZ, '12 

"A Close Shave" was the title of the 
one-act comedy presented by the Por- 
tier Literary Society on April 17th. 
Scene : A Tonsorial Parlor. Time : The 
Present, said the program, and so re- 
sponded the stage setting. It was 
really an up-to-date barber shop, fully 
equipped. The whole thing was a 
marked success, due to the good acting 
of the troupe ; but apart from that, the 
bravery of Leehe and Black commands 
our admiration, for these were the two 
who got the close shave, — and Moran 
and Becker were the barbers ; the 
former, an Irishman, the latter, a gen- 

tleman of color. D'Aquin very nobly 
stood the test of being a barber in love 
with a rich girl ; while Martel help up 
one end of a very laughable contrast, a 
hypochrondriac in a barber shop. 

Prof. Tinsman, our esteemed gym in- 
structor, departed for his home in 
Pennsylvania when the weather be- 
came too warm for hard practice. The 
Professor is an all-round good fellow, 
and at Spring Hill he leaves behind 
nothing but warm friends who wish 
him a pleasant vacation and hope that, 
when the call for volunteers for grid- 



iron honors is sounded in the fall, he 
will be with us again to lend his very- 
helpful service. 

The College Band has been rather in 
demand this season. The improvement 
made in music is wonderful, and it is 
not surprising that the practice which 
the members have gone through has de- 
veloped them to such an extent that the 
Spring Hill Band has a reputation of 
no small degree for good and suitable 
music for all occasions. 

Lecture. — On Wednesday, May 17th, 
the faculty and students were given a 
rare treat by Rev. J. J. Whelan, of St. 
Agnes Church, Brooklyn, who pleased us 
with a most interesting lecture on The 
Passion Play of Oberammergau, accom- 
panied by some very beautiful views 
of the village and scenes from the play. 
The lecture, of its very nature instruc- 
tive, was rendered more so by the 
clearness in describing details and the 
pleasing delivery of the speaker. Fr. 
Whelan has twice visited Oberammer- 
gau, and has formed a friendship with 
the chief characters, making a thor- 
ough study of the customs and habits 
of the villagers, and of the manner in 
which the roles are bestowed on the 
actors whose highest ambition from 
childhood is to be a member of the 
troupe, and who spend many years in 
trying to adapt themselves, in physique 
and manner, to some chief characters. 
The views were also very instructive, 
showing the simple and natural beauty 
of the village and its people. 

Oratorical Contest. — The first con- 
test for proficiency in composition and 
delivery was held in the Exhibition 
Hall, Sunday, May 21st. The showing 
made by the seven contestants was 
really praiseworthy and proves that 
Spring Hill is capable of great things 
along these lines. We are especially 
pleased at the intense interest taken in 
this worthy art, and heartily congratu- 
late the seven gentlemen who made the 
affair an honor to our College and gave 
the judges something to do when it came 
to picking the winner. The hall was 
packed with students and visitors from 
Mobile, who greeted the decision of the 
judges with round upon round of ap- 
plause. Dennis S. Moran, although the 
race was close, outstripped his oppo- 
nents in ease of manner and was deem- 
ed superior to all in composition. 
Upon him was bestowed the honor of 
being the first winner of the Jannin 
Memorial Oratorical Medal. Next in 
excellence was George L. Mayer, fol- 
lowed by Stephen V. Riffel. Four 
others also competed, but are not at all 
discouraged, declaring that they will 
do better next time. This spirit is ad- 
mirable, and we hope that their future 
efforts will bear fruit. The subject 
assigned was A Eulogy on Christopher 

Picnics. — The class picnics this year 
were conducted rather extensively, and 
every one of them was a grand success, 
if we may judge of a good time by the 
tired feeling in the morning. Some of 
the classes celebrated in good, old- 
fashioned form, by going right out 



next to nature and cooking their steak 
on a forked stick, over a smoking fire. 
These also fished, but we cannot say 
that they broke any records, although 
some of them did persist in telling 
some awfully big stories. Other classes 
spent the day in a more restful man- 
ner, by making a boat trip to Dog 
River and enjoying the hospitality of 
the Alba Club. Then, too, there were 
those who enjoyed a trip across the 
Bay, spending most of the time in the 
surf at Point Clear. 

The Portier Literary Society took its 
day off for general jollification on May 
9th. The band celebrated on May 
24th, and it goes without saying that 
this body of literary gentlemen and 
music lovers did not need any one to 
show them how to spend a pleasant 
day. ! Neither was the famous Glee 
Club far behind in making their day, 
June 5th, one of joy. 

Staff Banquet. — Tuesday, June 6th, 
was the day set aside for the staff of 
The Springhillian to hold their ban- 
quet. Toasts and speechmaking were 
freely indulged in during a ten course 
dinner, and if we may judge of our 
success by the words of praise received 
on this day we certainly owe ourselves 
some congratulation. 

When Southern Knighthood Was in 
Flower was the title of the eloquent 
lecture which Fr. E. C. de la Mori- 
niere gave us' on May 5th. The deeds 
of our fathers, their chivalry, kindness, 
patriotism and undaunted courage 

were, upon this night, recounted be- 
fore a large audience of visitors and 
boys. The lecture lasted two hours, 
and every moment of this time was 
fully appreciated by all present. It is 
quite beyond us to pay tribute to such 
eloquence as proceeds from Fr. de la 
Moriniere, who has been often praised 
by pens many times more worthy than 
onr own ; but we can thank him, and 
this we certainly do. 

Elocution Contest. — On June 4th and 
5th were held the yearly contests in 
elocution. So great was the number 
who wished to strive for the honor of 
wearing the gold medals, awarded to 
the winners, that two days were re- 
quired for the contests. In the aca- 
demic section the successful entrant 
was Owen B. Muldowney, with "How 
Salvador "Won." Distinctions were 
awarded to John W. Van Heuvel, Hun- 
ter O. Wagner, William M. Nixon and 
Alvaro de Regil. George L. Mayer 
won the medal in the Collegiate sec- 
tion, reciting "The Revenge of 
Hamish." M. Humbert Diaz, Clarence 
L. Black, Lawrence A. Andrepont and 
Francis L. Smith gaining distinction. 
There were ten contestants in the aca- 
demic section and fourteen in the col- 
legiate. We congratulate not only the 
winners, but also every one who par- 
ticipated in the contest. It was a very 
creditable showing indeed. 

Parade.— The official city celebra- 
tion of the bi-centennial of the founda- 
tion of Mobile was held during three 
days, beginning with May 25th. Many 

3 : 


noted men were guests of the city dur- 
ing these days. The affair was one 
long to be remembered by the citizens 
of Mobile. Spring Hill figured promi- 
nently on the 26th, when the entire 
student body, headed by the College 
Band, held a conspicuous place in the 
parade through the streets of the city 
as founded by Bienville. The band 
played all of the old time marches and 
a number of new ones in excellent 
style, everywhere meeting with the ap- 
plause of those crowding the sidewalks. 
Spring Hill Band is one to be proud 
of, for it has' proved more than once 
that it can hold its own with any. 

Glee Club, now officially organized, 
with a roll call of thirty-three mem- 
bers, is under the management of Mr. 
J. B. Bassich, S. J. The Glee Club 
boys have, on several occasions, 
pleased us by rendering some good 
singing, and we feel confident that 
their appearance in the commencement 
exercises' will be appreciated. 

The Annual Prize Competitions in all 

branches for all classes have been furi- 
ously waging since May 9th. The near 
approach of exams, has also made some 
get up and take notice. We have ob- 
served that quite a few sneak out as 
early as 4:30 a. m. to plug. Perhaps 
this is the proper spirit, but we cannot 
endorse such early rising. It may be 
true that the early bird catches the 
worm, but 4 :30 is too early ; one ought 
to get a snake for that. 

A Golden Jubilee. — Brother Francis 
Jost, S. J., celebrated the fiftieth an- 
niversary of his entrance into the So- 
ciety of Jesus on February 2nd. Broth- 
er Jost is well known to student of 
former generations as the faithful cus- 
todian of the clothes-room for many 
years. * * * 

The time draws near, and we will 
obey the call of duty. Out to enjoy 
the sweetness of vacation we go. So 
long, fellows! And here's hoping that, 
until we all meet again no one will 
have had one speck of sadness to mar 
the brightness of a happy vacation. 


J.BECKER, '12 M. DIAZ, '12 

"All is over save the clapping — " 

Blind John. 
There is many a true saying in books 
of wisdom; some wise, others, other- 
wise, but to those that have not under- 
stood the lines that have been written 
in these pages, we say "Damnant quod 
non intelligunt. " 

(Saltus Lyricus) The fields are ver- 
dant, and the lake is still calm and 
placid; the waters of the mill roll on; 
the trees bear fruit, and all nature is 
in smiles; but the candidates for de- 
grees roam about like the scriptural 
lions, devouring their theses, — calm 



yourselves dear brothers in stress, 
there is still some luck left. 

There is no doubt but that we would 
have won all the medals this year if we 
had but tried; but we do not like to 
be greedy. It is a wonderful fact, but 
true, that we can accomplish what 
others endeavor. It was on account of 
our admonition that the parade on the 
twenty-sixth passed through beautiful 
Canal street, the pride and glory of 
Mobile; it was also on account of our 
advice that the mammoth parade 
passed through Asphalt street, so that 
no one of the paraders would get cold 
feet. All this we accomplished ; but 
more than this. Skippo, one of our be- 
loved brethren) followed! his natural 
bent and skipped. Instantly we wired 
for Sherlock Rioso and Wats'o Ber- 
thiero. These two celebrated sleuths 
followed Skippo. Many days passed, 
and our anxiety rose to so high a pitch 
that the mob begged us to send 
Brooksie, The Man With the Teddy 
Bear. But no ; before two days had 
passed, before we were aware of the 
fact that the second day was at hand, 
the triumphant detectives led Skippo 
to the entrance. Medals are being 
struck in their honor. 

As we go to press we hear of the at- 
tempted suicide of Sherlocko Rioso by 
taking a draught of liniment. There is 
hope of his recovery. The cause as yet 
has not been ascertained. But it is the 
opinion of eminent scientists that he so 
feared to pass the regular examina- 
tions that he thought that the best 
thing for him to do was to pass a post 
mortem examination. Cheer up, Sher- 

locko ! Here comes Watso with the 
needle ! 

Another opinion was that he had 
neurasthenia. The professor of Necro- 
logy was promptly consulted. After 
rubbing his hands in agitation, the 
Professor — a very scrupulous man — ■ 
told u.s that he could not conscientious- 
ly give us a strict diagnosis, but that 
he believed that the sleuth, having 
found that he was on the trail of a 
friend, endeavored to snap his mortal 
coil by imbibing the sweet ambrosial 
liniment. (Thank you, Professor.) 

Speedy has been elected Fire Chief, 
and has proved worthy of his post. 
Not long ago our reporter brought an 
account of the fire on Jones street. We 
quote the words of the gentleman : 

"I was standing on the curb when of 
a sudden I heard the cry of 'Fire!' 
'Fire!' I looked! around and saw 
coming at break-neck speed the fire 
department. Taking out my note book 
I began to write the facts. But the 
fire was so scorching that my paper 
fainted. What could I do? Ah, yes ! I 
remembered that on Jones street there 
was a bar. So, running there, I snatch- 
ed a bottle of McGregor's Special 
Sparkle and sprinkled it on the paper ; 
whereupon I rushed to the chief with 
the intention of interviewing him. But 
the chief was exhausted — so was I. 
Then I knew no more — I saw blank — 

blank — blankets, needles, guns, ice . 

The reporter was brought home on a 
stretcher by kind friends ; and whether 
the fire or the McGregor's Sparkle 
produced that sensation will never be 



Not long ago our friend the chauf- 
feur, Paulo, otherwise known as' Chips, 
took sick. He was in pain, so Dr. 
Drags Avas called. As the needle was 
about to penetrate the skin, Chips, the 
hero of the race track, gave a long sigh 
and shouted: "If Schoen saw Pinkie 
and died, would Prohaska?" (Watso, 
the gun!) 

At this we all wondered, but no 
sooner had the needle shot into the 
flesh than from the far end of the in- 
firmary came the heart-breaking cry : 
"If Pete went to Crichton without per- 
mission would Mar-tel?" (Quick, Doc- 
tor! the Ice.) 

There were many bad cases in that 
infirmary. One fellow, who called 
himself Prof. Wise, had a fit of strang- 
ulation. It appears that he had been 
endeavoring to pronounce a difficult 
word of ninety-eight syllables when 
one of them stuck in his larynx. The 
Professor is in a critical condition. 
But we feel assured that he will pull 
through with the assistance of Dr. 
Drags. The Professor is a man of won- 
derful fertility of resource. The fer- 
tility is so great that the story goes of 
a young mischief who sowed History 
seeds on the resource and medals 
sprang up in one night. Of course this 
might be true and this might not be 
true, but human testimony is the — well, 
you know what we mean. 

Another peculiar case was that of 
Mr. Blacko. He was endeavoring to 
extract the square root of a poly- 
nomial of several thousand terms, and 
at the same time carrying on a conver- 
sation in French with a sick man by 

the name of Whonero, an educated 
Frenchman from Germany. We intro- 
duced ourselves and took seats so as to 
follow the conversation. Cigars were 
passed around and we helped our- 
selves. But upon lighting the cigars 
the match fell upon an argument di- 
rected against Whonero, who was en- 
deavoring to prove that Yenni Hall 
was of ancient construction, having 
been found floating on the Red Sea, 
and an explosion occurred. With the 
explosion Messrs. Blacko and Whonero 
disappeared. But under their window 
were found adjectives, pronouns, 
nouns, adverbs, and verbs of all de- 
scriptions ; some intact, others very 
badly damaged. We left the infirmary 
after bidding adieu to the celebrated 
astronomer Mclntyro, who waved his 
telescope from the tower in a final 

The reporter we sent to the Mexican 
war has not returned. It is the opin- 
ion of Sherlocko Rioso that he is study- 
ing Spanish with the insurrectos. But 
the co-sleuth Watso Berthiero says 
that most likely he is too interested in 
bull fighting in Merida. 

The interviewer sent to the corona- 
tion has not sent word, either, but the 
staff photographer took a picture of 
King George drinking tea at the Vine- 
yard in the Hotel Cawthon in London. 
We showed the picture to a gentleman 
whose name is Becker, who has travel- 
led extensively and has seen the above 
mentioned King. The aforesaid gentle- 
man laughed so long and loud when he 
inspected the photograph that we left 
him laughing as if his heart would 

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break, even though we had applied 
restoratives for an hour and called 
Watso to come with the blankets'. Now, 
we see no reason for such unusual 
laughter. However, the picture bears 
a strong resemblance to a certain gen- 
tleman named Karl, and there is also a 
Hotel Cawthon in Mobile, but that 
proves little if anything at all. 

June 6 a. m. — Today we ordered a 
box of Karo molasses, and a can will be 
opened at the banquet of the gradu- 

June 6 p. m. — At the banquet we 
stood up, and waving aloft a glass of 
Karo molasses, said: "Here's to the 
health of all the grads and sub-grads ! 
May your future be as blissful as the 
past. May you meet with that re- 
nowned Madame Fortune, but may you 
never encounter her daughter Miss 
Fortune. Remember that life is short 
— art long; that contentment being a 
short road, has little trouble and great 
happiness; that a fool and his money 
may soon be parted, but that it is' nec- 
essary that the fool get his money 
first; that when life and death stare 
you in the face, you may not be afraid 
of them, rather ^be afraid of fear; that 
life is a campaign, not a battle, and in 
a campaign the greatest generals are 
sometimes defeated; that to be a cup 
of strength to a human soul in a crisis 
of weakness is to know the glitter of 
life; that the glory of life is to give, 
not to receive ; and lastly that diligence 
above all is the key to good luck." 

Brothers, we part; we don't say 
good-bye, because we are not accustom- 
ed to that ; but we wish you God-speed, 

happiness, success, and taking your 
hand in ours, we repeai the words of 
an immortal bard, who said : 

"Farewell that is the word for us; 
'Tis not a word, but prayer. 

They do not part who do part thus, 
For God is everywhere. 

And so we end. The pages of the 
Mosquitorettes bid the readers a long 
farewell. We humble toilers of the sea 
of labor, who have sat, night in, night 
out, endeavoring to uplift the litera- 
ture of today, take French leave and 
with silvery voices (German-silvery), 
bid good-bye. It is true that we have 
tried to be serious in our undertakings, 
and John the Janitor has at times' writ- 
ten poems; but all this we know will 
be excused. 

When in after years you pick up 
this book, and looking over the pages 
and find our names, a tear, an alliga- 
tor tear, may drop on the printed page. 
But to make this separation less pain- 
ful, the staff have agreed to take a 
slow train. 

When the sun will have drifted like 
a toy balloon into a sea of glory we 
will be on our way; and, oh, dear 
reader, our tears fall so fast the re- 
posing, silent waters of the lake have 

At the beginning we opened our 
arms to the public; now, — we have no 
arms. We cannot write — we are too 
full for speech. But our goose is not 
yet cooked, — it is cooking. We have 
been praised, — and many other things 
have been done to us. But like a crab 
we keep on, — backwards. We have 
believed in the freedom of the press, 



and we have been freely pressed. We proved that, for some, a mule has been 

have advocated the suffragettes, when produced. We have been told to seize 

we knew that we would in turn be ad- opportunity —we did. Our opportuni- 
vocated. But the errors of mankind 

ty presented itself in the shape of a 
hornet's nest which we took for iron 

have weakened our shoulders and we 

are almost ready to give up in despair. 

On the first appearance of this column ore - We wil1 ne ver seize opportunity 

everyone said, "Parturiunt montes, again. A man who seizes opportunity 

nascetur ridiculus mus," but we have seizes trouble. 


(John the Janitor's farewell contribution to the paper.) 

Some shed a tear, in parting fear, 

The days to come, the future time, 
Though it is drear, no more I'll hear 

The voice of youths, the sweet bell's chime. 
I still in leaving, with hopes relieving 

Cling on to hope, not to despair, 
And though waves heaving, and thunders cleaving 

On life's rough sea, where nought is fair, 
I love to think, to sit and blink, 

Out in the sun, in summer air, 
And wave my hat and cuss the rat 

That took my cake when I wasn't there; 
I want to shout, to sing and laugh, 

And though we leave, and it will grieve, 
I've still got good, stout ale to quaff. 





Good Night — Waltz College Orchestra 

Address Sherman P. Pardue 

Welcome Tonight — Song Glee Club 

What Pa Said — Recitation John T. Becker 

The New-born Babe — Song Mr. H. Donlan, S. J. 

On the Ice — Recitation Lawrence A. Andrepont 

Welcome as the Flowers in May — Song E. Leo Ball 

Presentation of 'Varsity S. 
Presentation of Gift to Mr. E. G. Maxon. 

Presentation Address Rev. President 

Reply Mr. E. G. Maxon 

Hurrah for Our Coach — Song Glee Club 


The Junior Literary Society Presents a One- Act Comedy, "At a Convenient 


Nine O'clock Wednesday Morning, February the First, Nineteen Hundred and 

The Players. 

Ledger, an old gentleman Clarence N. Touart 

Rooney, his servant Francis L. Smith 

Dobbs, an old merchant T. Yeend Potter 

Tom, Dobbs ' son Randolph A. Querbes 

Dick, Ledger's son Richard A. Ducote 

Simon, Dobbs' brother Joseph P. Newsham 

Doctor's Boy John W. VanHeuvel 

SCENE : — A room in a country house near New York. 

Musical Program. 

Overture — Semiramide Rossini 

The Orchestra. 

Quartette— (a) Festival March F. S. Schmid 

(b) In Best of Humor J. Jahn 

1st Violin, Prof. A. J. Staub Viola. Prof. A. Suffich 

2nd Violin. E. J. Herbert 'Cello. Mr. J. B. Bassich, S. J. 

Violin Solo — Selection from Beggar Student Millocker 

E. J. Herbert. 


Duo — Sounds from Thuringia Geibel 

1st Violin, M. Salaun 2nd Violin, Prof. A. J. Staub 

Piano, C. Siguere. 

Waltz — Mystic Dream Stickney 

Second Division Band. 

March — Apache; Losey 

First Division Band. 



Vienna Beauties — Valse Strauss 

College Orchestra. 

The Resolve. 
Macbeth — I am settled, and bend up 

Each corporal agent to this terrible feat. 

Away! and mock the time with fairest show; 

False face must hide what the false heart doth know. 

The Deed. 

Macbeth — I have done the deed. 
Lady Macbeth — These deeds must not be thought 
After these ways'; so, it will make us mad. 

The Remorse. 

Lady Macbeth — Naught's bad, all's spent, 

Where our desire is got without content. 
'Tis safer to be that which we destroy 
Than by destruction dwell in doubtful joy. 

Macbeth — Better be with the dead 

Whom we to gain our peace have sent to peace 
Than on the torture of the mind to be 
In restless ecstacy. 

The Retribution. 

Macbeth — And all our yesterdays have lighted fools 
The way to dusty death. 

Finale — Polka Lipp 

Salon Orchestra. 



A Comedy in Two Acts. 



Hector Q. Funk, his life is in danger A. J. Bonomo 

Benjamin Butt, always cool and practical D. A. Casey 

Corporal Beat, has an eye for criminals H. J. Miller 

Tony Pryer, old and nervous, keeps lodgers E. T. Desforges 

Officer Harry Cuff, on the force H. W. Waguespack 

Scene — Acts I and II: A Room in Pryer 's House. 


Overture — ' ' Ye Olden Songs " College Orchestra 

Selection — ' ' Our Special " College Orchestra 

Finale — ' ' Sousa " College Orchestra 


Spring Hill College, Wednesday, April the Fifth, Nineteen Hundred and 

Literary Program. 

Foreword J. F. Gillespie 

The Catilinian Orations — Paper J. W. Van Heuvel 

Oration in Catilinam — Latin Declamation T. E. Meyer 

The Iron Shroud — Story P. J. Schoen 

Bernardo del Carpio — English Declamation H. O. Wagner 

Enoch Arden — Paper J. A. Cassidy 

Musical Program. 

Raymond Overture Thomas 


Foxy Kid Stickney 

Second Division Band. 

Intermezzo Iolienne Missud 

First Division Band. 


A Sketch by the Freshman Class, Spring Hill College, March First, Nineteen 

Hundred and Eleven. 

Thus while I wond'ring pause o'er Shakespeare's page, 

I mark in visions of delight the sage, 

High o'er the wrecks of man, who stands sublime, 

A column in the melancholy waste, 

Its glory humbled and its glories past, 


Majestic 'mid the solitude of time. 

Literary Program. 

Outline Richard J. Needham 

Delineation • 

Antonio Randolph A. Querbes 

Shylock Allan J. Colomb 

Bassanio Guy R. Broussard 

Musical Program. 

Amorita Waltzes A. Czibulka 


La Sorella J. Itzel 

Violin Solo C. Pearce 

Piano Accompaniment E. Siguere 

Mt. St. Louis Cadets L. P. Laurendeau 

Second Division Band. 

Petits Pierrots Lose 

First Division Band. 

Comedy in One Act. 

April, 17, 1911. 

Scene — A Tonsorial Parlor. 
Time — The Present. 


Hiram Crusty (a man of means) C. Black 

Thomas Tonsor (a barber) H. dAquin 

Mike McGennis ( his assistant) D. Moran 

Zeb (a colored apprentice) J. Becker 

Heavyface (a hypochrondriac) A. Martel 

Joseph Simper (an exquisite) K. Leche 


Pride of the Nation (March) Arr. by Prof. A. J. Staub 

College Orchestra. 

Trio Hosanna 

Violins L. Drago and E. Herbert 

Piano Prof. Staub. 

Solo L'Envoi 

Mr. H. Donlan, S. J. 



May 3, 1911. 

Faust— Selection Arr. by Moses 


Prologue C. J. Martin 

Latin Class — Caesar 

Professor 0. B. Muldowney 

Pupils The Class 

An Angel of God — Story E. T. Cassidy 

Greek Contest — The Regular Verb 

Umpire E. L. Newsham 

Contestants The Class 

Bernardo's Revenge — Declamation C. A. Ricou 

II Trovatore— Grand Selection Verdi 

Second Division Band. 

Marche des Gardes Lincke 

First Division Band. 


"When Southern Knighthood Was in Flower Fifty Years Ago." 

May 5, 1911. 

Southern Medley Boettger 


The Bonnie Blue Flag— Song Glee Club 


Virginia's Message to the Southern States (Poem) 

The Sword of Lee (Poem) 

High Tide at Gettysburg (Poem) 


The Fallen Chieftain (Poem) 

The Lone Sentry (Poem) 


The Sword of Semmes (Poem) 


The Conquered Banner (Poem) 

Tenting To-night — Song Glee Club 

Pride of the Nation — March Lerma n 



May 6, 1911. 

Interlocutor, C. Touart 
F. Smith R. Ducote H. Wagner 

C. Lawless L. Provosty 

J. Metzger Y. Potter D. Berrey 

D. Braud J. Martel 

W. Barker E. Webre E. Cassidy 

John Van Heuvel 
Pickaninny Acrobats. 
F. Schimpf and L. Lange 
Musical Numbers. 

Royal March Lincke 


"Roll the Old Chariot" Grand Opening Chorus 

Sung by the Entire Company 

' ' See Dat Watermelon " H. Wagner 

"Sweet Magnolia" Y. Potter 

"Sing Again That Sweet Refrain" '. F. Smith 

"Uncle Bill's Dream" E. Cassidy 

"On the Tombigbee River" L. Provosty 

"Sweet Sunny South" R. Ducote 

" I 'se Gwine Back to Dixie " W. Barker 

' ' Alabama Blossoms " J. Van Heuvel 

"Darling Clo" J. Martel 

" One More River to Cross " Grand Finale 

By the Entire Company. 
Accompanists : F. Prohaska, Piano ; M. Woulf e, Violin. 
' ' Marche des Gardes " College Band 


May 13, 1911. 

Carissima — Waltz A. Penn 


Salutatory James M. Van Heuvel 

The Polish Boy — Declamation Stevens 

Louis A. Roussel 
Latin Dissertation — 

Professor Louis A. Roussel 










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Pupils The Class 

Third Academic — Gavotte Hazel 

Violin Charles Pearce 

Clarinet James M. Van Heuvel 

Piano Rupert G. Touart 

The Soldier's Pardon — Declamation Smith 

Leslie D. Cassidy 
English Dissertation — 

Professor Leslie D. Cassidy 

Pupils The Class 

Evening Star — From Tannhauser Arr. by F. Mahl 

Second Division Band. 

Vilia — Waltz Lehar 

First Division Band 


Sunday, May 21, 1911. 


Subject : A Eulogy on Christopher Columbus. 

Grand Flute Quintet F. Kuhlau 

Prof. A. J. Suffich J. A. Douglas 

K. P. Leche D. S. Moran 

C. N. Touart 


Lawrence A. Andrepont John T. Becker 
M. Humbert Diaz George L. Mayer 
Denis S. Moran Joseph P. Newsham 
Stephen V. Riffel 
Pride of the Nation — March Lermon 

College Orchestra 


Hon. George J. Sullivan 
Mr. Henry L. Sarpy Mr. Matthias M. Mahorner 

Mr. Tisdale J. Touart Dr. Edward B. Dreaper 




Swacina, Spring Hill's former coach, Swacina and Becker was caught nap- 
brought out the Gulls for a game with ping off second, Black was bit by Allen, 
the Collegians. The leaguers went for and Bauer ended the chance by skying 
a shut out, and they succeeded in keep- to Bayless. 
ing the nine in check. Only two of Mobile S. L.— AB. R. H.PO. A. E. 

Spring Hill's men could connect with Bayless, cf , 4 2 1 

the pill for safe bingles, and only once Fox ' 2b 3 1 ° 1 4 ° 

was there a chance to score. Fast field- ™ .' " ' . . ., H „ , . 

Swacina, lb 4 1 10 1 

ing by Fox spoiled many a safe-looking Jude> rf 4 1 1 3 

drive, and Allen did not onee let down Spencer, if 4 o 

his speed. Mobile started in the first. Seitz, 3b 4 o 1 l 

Bayless was thrown out at first by Wil- Dunn > c 1 ° ° 8 ° ° 

liamson, Fox walked, and Prevost hit A J e ™^' C " ! 2 1 2 

Smith, forcing Fox to second. Jude ciark'e p.' .201010 

flew to Paty, and Smith scored whea 

Williamson muffed Spencer's ground- Total 32 6 8 27 9 

er. In the second, Seitz went out by — 

way of Williamson to Paty, Dunn go- a H. C— AB. R. H.PO. A. E. 

ing the same way. Allen singled; Wohner, 2b 3 3 1 1 

Wohner missed Bayless' grounder, Fox Williamson, 3b 4 14 3 1 

„ j c .,,, i • A11 Becker, cf 4 1 1 1 

walked, Smith s single scoring Allen KeU ^ rf 4 Q Q 2 Q Q 

and Bayless. Swacina whiffed. The Black c. .200520 

third brought in one more. Jude sin- Bauer, ss 3 1 1 

gled, stole second, Spencer flew to Wil- Prevost, p 3 1 4 

liamson, Seitz flew to Becker, who Mclntyre, if 3 o o 1 o 

, ,. , , , -, \ Paty, lb 2 9 1 

made a sensational bare-handed run- 

ning catch of his fly. Dunn walked, ^^ ] 2g Q 2 2? ^ g 

Allen singled, scoring Jude. 

Bayless scored again in the fourth. „ ... 

J to Score by innings: 

Paty dropped Williamson's throw of Mobile ....". 2 2 1 1 0—6 

Bayless' grounder. Bayless stole sec- s. H. C o — o 

ond, Fox grounded out, Bayless then — 

stole third, and came in on Smith's safe Two-base Hit — Williamson. 

hit. Spring Hill had a man on third stolen Bases— Bayless (2), Smith, Jude. 

with none down in the fourth, but Struck ° ut - B ^ Allen 7, by Clarke 4, by 

Provost 4 i 

failed to score. Williamson doubled Bases on Balls-Off Allen 2, off Provost 4. 

to center, and Becker singled to left, Hit by Pitcher— Smith, Black. 

Williamson taking third, Kelly flew to Umpire — Manuel. 


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On April 30th the Hill Billies made Hill Billies— . ab. r. h.PO.A. E. 

their third appearance, after winning Johnson, 3b 5 2 2 

j , . m .. , Gaines, ss 3 3 1 

one and losing one. The final go was pharr> rf 4 Q 1 1 Q fl 

all in favor of Trolio. The "Prince" crabtree If. .410100 

kept up his wonderful record of win- Michael, 2b 2 1 1 1 

ning every game he pitched, and he Benedict, c 3 l 10 2 

was there with the willow, lining one Williams, p 4 1 l o 

» , T t rm i * Lining, lb 4 1 8 2 

tor three sacks. There was plenty ot „ . „ - « « 

, . . , , i Hayes, rf 3 1 

pep in the team, and the way they 

went after Williams in the second was Total 32 3 4 24 8 3 

enough to cause hard feelings. Long — 

hits were the habit, and all but two r S - H - c -~ AB. R. H.PO. A. E. 

lined at least one safe bingle. The „..,.. r ' ' * d „ „ 

& Williamson, 3b 4 3 3 2 

Billies received a severe attack of stage Becker, cf 4 12 2 

fright in the second. After two were Black, c 4 2 2 7 

down, Black singled, Lining missed Mc- Mclntyre, if 4 2 2 2 

Intyre's pop-up back of first, Riff el Riffel - lb 3 l 1 8 1 

then singled, scoring Black. Mclntyre ,, ' . ' ' " ' , 1 1 

& ' ° • M. Wohner, rf 4 1 1 1 

scored on Bauer's safe hit, and Mike Trolio, p 401011 

Wohner cleared the bases with a triple 

to the fence. On a wild heave by Wil- T °tal 34 7 9 27 12 4 

liams, Wohner scored. In the second, 

t»i 1 j J.T. n ■ Score by innings: 

Black started the scoring again. Oaines „.,. 

, _,. , , -, S & ., . , , Hill Billies 10 2 0—3 

missed Black s grounder, and mighty & H . c 5 2 *— 7 

"Mabel" Mclntyre rammed out an- 

other triple, coming home on a squeeze T ^'^ HitS ~ McIntyre ' M " Wohner ' 

play, Riffel sacrificing. Two-base Hit— Becker. 

The Hill Billies drew their first tally J^^tf^tT' MiChae1 ' Benedict ' 

„ „, . „ n , J Ha y e s (2), Black (4), Mclntyre (2), Bauer 

on a series or tlukes. Hayes walked, (2). 

Bauer missed Black's high throw to Struck Out— By Williams 8, by Trolio 4. 

second, Hayes went to third, Becker's Bases on Balls— Off Williams 2, off Tro- 

throw to catch Hayes at third was lio 4- 

missed by Williamson, and Hayes 

j *ii ti - ^.u u j t • Batting Averages, 

scored. After getting the bad playing AB h 

out of their system the nine tightened Pardue 22 10 455 

up, and not until the ninth did the Bil- Becker 63 27 .428 

lies score. Crabtree was safe on an B |ack (Capt.) 52 is .345 

error by Bauer, Michael singled, Crab- D 50 16 - 320 

. Bauer 43 jq 23° 

tree going to third. Michael stole sec- Williamson ."49 13 ' 2 20 

ond, and both scored on a long hit by Prevost 46 10 217 

Benedict. Wohner 46 10 .217 

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Paty 24 5 

Mclntyre 51 10 

Trolio 25 4 

Tarleton 19 3 



Sunday morning, May 14, the two 
graduating classes, combined into one 
team, met the Savarona club, and after 
a hard fight took the greater portion 
of the score. Bauer pitched a great 
game, his benders were too much for 
the others to solve. Only twice did the 
Savaronas smite the pill for a safe hit, 
and those two hits came five innings' 
apart. Black cut off all but one am- 
bitious second sack stealer. Besides 
Bauer's pitching, the features of the 
game were a long drive over left center 
fence for a home run by Kelly, and a 
squeeze play pulled off by Black and 
"Mabe" Mclntyre. 

The Savaronas started run getting in 
the first; Chamberlin walked and stole 
second, going to third on Walsh's out. 
Kelly's wild throw of Murphy's 
grounder let Chamberlin score. Again 
in the third the Savaronas scored. 
Overton doubled and scored when 
Black threw wild to catch him stealing 

Spring Hill brought around their 
first run in the fourth. Pardue 
doubled, and took third when Nelson 
let Holman's twister get away from 
him. He scored on a wild pitch by 
Holman. Kelly scored in the fifth on 
a hit, a sacrifice and an error by Cham- 
berlin, and in the seventh he brought 
his wonderful work with the willow, 
when he landed on the ball and drove 
it over the fence and into the bushes. 

The Savaronas tied the score in their 
first part of the ninth. Rush walked, 
Smallwood singled, Nelson walked, and 
Harmon walked, forcing in Rush. 
Bauer ended their rally by striking out 
the next man. S. H C. came back 
strong in their part of the ninth. Black 
and Mclntyre worked the squeeze, 
Black bringing in the winning run. 

Savaronas. AB. R. H.PO. A. B. 

Overton, 3b 4 1 1 1 

Chamberlin, 2b 3 1 2 1 2 

Walsh, If 4 2 

Murphy, cf 4 

Dozier, rf 2 

Rush, rf 3 1 

Smallwood, lb 3 1 7 

Nelson, c 1 11 1 

Hannon, ss 3 2 2 

Holman, p 4 4 2 

Total 31 3 2 24 9 4 

S. H. C— AB. R. H.PO. A. E. 

Wohner, ss 4 6 1 

Riffel, 3b 4 1 2 1 1 

Black, c 3 1 1 7 2 

Pardue, lb 4 1 3 5 

Mclntyre, If 3 2 

Patout, cf 3 

Kelly, 2b 3 2 2 4 1 

Bauer, p 2 1 5 

Martel, rf 3 1 

Total 29 4 8 27 9 2 

*None out when winning run was scored. 

S. H. C. . . 

.10100000 1—3 
.0 0011010 1—4 

Home Run — Kelly. 
Two-base Hits — Overton, Pardue. 
Struck Out — By Holman 10, by Bauer 7. 
Bases on Balls — Off Holman 1, off Bauer 6. 





The Junior nine covered itself with 
glory this season. Manager Potter ar- 
ranged a number of games with city 
teams, but the glory of these victories 
paled in the glare of the triumph over, 
the Loyola nine from New Orleans. 
Most of the Loyola nine had figured 
prominently in our defeat on the grid- 
iron last fall, and there was a sort of 
get-even desire uppermost in most 
hearts. "Well, we walloped them in fine 
style. Took all three games. Hurrah! 
"We feel that we did more than even up. 
"We went them one better. 

S. H. C. Juniors 8, Loyola 0. 

First Game. — The first game was 
scheduled for May 6th and was called 
at 4 p. m. Daunis Braud went to the 
mound for the Juniors. What a pitch- 
er! Did you hear his record? This 
twirler struck out twenty-two men out 
of the 29 men that faced him, and, lis- 
ten, he got his picture on the Register's 
sporting page, on the head of it. Hin- 
derman pitched well for Loyola, but 
lacked the support that Braud got. The 
game promised well from the start. 
Neither side scored till the fifth inning. 
In this inning Hinderman walked, and 
soon crept around to the third sack, 
and crossed home on a passed ball. The 
Juniors counted again in the sixth, 
when Chappuis was hit, stole second 
and scored on Lawless' single. In the 
seventh two more were tagged on. 
Hinderman walked two men, and an 
error and a sacrifice did the telling 

work. The last run of the Juniors 
came in the eighth, when Webre sin- 
gled, stole second and third, and scored 
on a wild throw. 

Second Game — S. H. C. 7, Loyola 5. 

On Sunday morning, May 7th, the 
Loyola nine came to the campus deter- 
mined to win or fall in the attempt. 
They fell in the attempt. The game 
was close, and for a while the support- 
ers of the Juniors were very uneasy. 
F. Meyer twirled for the Juniors the 
first two innings, but the Loyola nine 
solved his delivery quickly, and Capt. 
Webre took his place before much dam- 
age was done. Gaudin, Loyola's twirl- 
er, was hit pretty hard, and Captain 
Harrison replaced him by Hinderman. 
The Spring Hill lads played an almost 
errorless game. Lawless, the S. H. C. 
Junior catcher, nipped 16 base stealers, 
and won the admiration of all for his 
wonderful work. 

Loyola scored one in the first, and 
another in the next, although the Jun- 
iors came up to them, making a tie. 
Lawless singled, stole second and 
scored on Webre 's drive over the right 
field fence, the longest hit of the game. 
In the next, Hinderman came to bat 
with three on bases and knocked a 
home run, giving Loyola the lead with 
three runs. Spring Hill reduced the 
lead to one in the fourth, Webre driv- 
ing to left for a two-bagger, Braud 
walking to first, and both scoring on 
Cassidy's single. Two more runs in 
the fifth, and another in the seventh 



made sure the game for the Juniors. 
Third Game— S. H. C. 8, Loyola 0. 

In the third game Braud again went 
to the mound and shut out Loyola, al- 
lowing but one hit. The Loyola lads 
were up against it. They retired from 
the plate in the one, two, three order 
each inning. Spring Hill had men on 
bases each inning, but only scored in 
the first and last innings. Captain Har- 
rison took his defeat manfully, ac- 
knowledged he had fallen in honorable 
battle, and said he hoped to visit us 
again next year. That's right, "Mid- 
get," come along and bring the team 
with you. You have made a score of 
friends here at Spring Hill. 

First Game. 

Juniors— AB. R. H.PO. A. E. 

Arnold, 2b 3 1 

Van Heuvel, cf 3 

Chappuis, ss 1 1 1 

Lawless, ct 4 1 22 1 

Webre, 3b 3 1 1 

Braud, p 1 2 1 

Potter, If 4 

Cassidy, lb 1 1 4 

Herbert, rf 4 

Total 24 5 2 27 2 1 

Loyola— AB. R. H.PO.A. B. 

Harrison, ss 4 1 3 

Seeman, 2b 4 1 2 2 

Gaudin, lb 3 7 

Friedrichs, c 3 13 3 2 

Hinderman, p 3 2 1 

Massich, 3b 3 2 1 

McEnerny, cf 3 

Dayries, rf 2 1 

Souchon, If 3 1 o 

Total 29 1*23 12 5 

*Potter bunted foul on third strike. 

Score by innings: 

Juniors 1 1 2 1 *— 5 

Loyola 0—0 

Sacrifice Hits — Arnold, Cassidy. 

Stolen Bases — Dayries, Van Huevel, Chap- 
pius, Webre (6), Braud (4), Potter, Cassidy. 

Base on Balls — Off Braud 1, off Hinder- 
man 8. 

Struck Out — By Braud 22, by Hinderman 

Double Plays— Friedrich to Gaudin. 

Hit by Pitcher — Chappius, Cassidy. 

Second Game. 
Juniors— AB. R. H.PO. A. E. 

Fuller, 2b 1 1 1 

Arnold, 2b 2 3 1 1 

Van Heuvel, cf 3 1 

Chappius, ss 3 1 1 1 1 

Lawless, c 4 3 2 10 2 

Webre, 3b. & p 4 2 3 1 2 

Braud, If: & 3b 2 1 1 2 1 

Potter, rf. & If 4 1 

Cassidy, lb 2 1 5 2 

Meyer, p 1 1 1 

Herbert, rf 1 1 

Total 27 7 7 21 12 7 

Loyola— AB. R. H.PO.A. E. 

Harrison, ss 3 1 2 2 1 

Seeman, c 3 1 13 1 

Gaudin, p. & lb 4 1 4 

Friedrichs, 2b 4 1 1 1 

Hinderman, lb. & p 4 1 1 2 3 

Massich, cf 2 1 

McEnerny, 3b 4 1 

Dayries, rf 2 1 1 1 

Hartwell, If 3 

Totals 29 5 5 21 7 3 

Two-base Hits — Webre. 

Home Run — Webre, Hinderman. 

Sto'len Bases — Fuller, Van Heuvel (2), 
Braud (3), Cassidy (2), Herbert, Harrison, 
Friedrichs, Massich, Dayries. 

Bases on Balls— Off Meyer 2, off Webre 3, 
off Hinderman 5. 



Struck Out— By Webre 6, by Gaudin 1, by 
Hinderman 11. 

Hit by Pitcher — Chappius, Herbert. 
Third Game. 

Juniors— AB. R. H.PO. A. E. 

Arnold, 2b 4 2 3 2 1 

Van Heuvel, cf 4 1 1 

Chappius, ss 4 1 1 

Lawless, c 2 l 7 1 

Webre, 3b 3 

Braud, p 2 1 2 1 2 

Potter, If 2 1 1 

Barker, lb 2 1 3 

Baxter, rf 2 1 2 1 

Total 25 8 10 15 4 

Loyola— AB. R. H.PO.A. E. 

Harrison, ss 2 1 

Seeman, c 1 11 1 

Gaudin, lb 2 1 1 1 

Friedrichs, 2b 2 1 1 1 

Hinderman, p. 2 1 1 

Massich, cf 2 1 

McEnerny, 3b 1 2 1 

Dayries, rf 1 

Hartwell, If 1 

Total 14 1 15 3 4 

Two-base Hits — Braud, Potter, Baxter. 

Stolen Bases — Arnold (2), Van Heuvel, 
Chappius (3), Lawless (2), Braud, Barker 
(2), Baxter (2). 

Bases on Balls — Off Braud 1, off Hinderman 

Struck Out— By Braud 7, by Hinderman 11. 

Double Plays — Braud to Arnold to Barker; 
Braud to Lawless to Arnold. 

Passed Balls — Seeman 3. 


Everything is over now in the base- 
ball line save the award of pins to the 
victors. The Cubs ended the scheduled 
games, leaving the Pirates in the rear 
by five games. Captain Webre held the 
Cubs together in great style, and 
brought out the best that was in them. 
Captain Braud was on the mound for 

the Pirates in most of the games, but 
had little support. The Pirates found 
it hard to solve Webre 's delivery, and 
when the Cubs had jumped a few 
games ahead, their spirits dropped. 
Braud 's fight for the Pins was fated to 
be an uphill struggle, but unfortunate- 
ly the greater part of his team were 
not of the stuff that can play uphill 
games. In this last named number the 
captain is a grand exception, and was 
well helped by Cassidy and Herbert, 
who showed spirit to the very end. The 
medal for the best batting average on 
the First League was won by Braud, 
with Barker a close second. 

Second League. — One game remains 
to be played in the Second League, and 
this decides the winners. Weatherly's 
crew are quite confident of their pow- 
ers since they have crept up from five 
behind to a tie. Yet Gomez has a fast 
team, and if they stick together the is- 
iue will be doubtful unto the very end. 
Patterson is leading in batting and will 
get the medal for highest batting aver- 

Third League. — In the Third League 
excitement was intense to the very end. 
Boudousquie sailed up from the far 
rear, and after a neck to neck struggle 
passed Delahoussayes' nine in the last 
game scheduled but one, and then 
gained the prize. 

Fourth League. — Wassom took the 
Pins from Cassidy 's nine in a close 
fight. Features of the series were the 
pitching of Boudousquie and the out- 
field work of Charlie Moses. Flatauer 
was an invaluable help to Wassom in 
managing the team. Horkan batted 
highest during the series, and will come 
in for a share when the awards are 
handed out. 





General Remarks. — Well, boys, com- 
ing events cast their shadows' before, 
and if anything was ever plainly fore- 
shadowed that thing is vacation. Al- 
ready we are discussing plans for the 
summer outing. Some say they are go- 
ing to Europe or Niagara Falls, while 
others, less ambitious, intend spending 
their time in some small village, satis- 
fied with the fact that it is "home, 
sweet home." 

Yard Improvements. — The much- 
talked of handball alleys are at last in 
process of construction. The wall of 
the natatorium has been divided into 
four spacious sections, thus making 
four splendid alleys. Later on the 
ground will be graded and the dividing 
walls completed. The boys of next 
year may well congratulate themselves 
on so marked an improvement to the 

Yard Talk. — The Loyola team came 
over on the 6th of May, and what our 
diamond heroes did to them was a 
shame. They couldn't touch Daunis 
Saturday evening, and in the second 
game of the double-header Sunday 
morning he had them biting just as 
bad, while in the first Meyer and 
Webre took their scalps. The victories 
were doubly sweet on account of the 
fact that Loyola beat us badly in foot- 

The game that has sprung into prom- 
inence of late, and which bids fair to 
become in time even more popular with 
the boys than the great national game, 

is "Teeto. " The game, though not 
very well known to outsiders, is sim- 
plicity itself, yet is quite as fascinating 
as either the gridiron or diamond 
games. Any time you look in the yard 
you can see the "teeto" whizzing 
through the air, or some hopeful young- 
ster poising himself with the determina- 
tion to "throw his man out." 

Minstrel Show. — On the evening of 
Saturday, May 6th, the "Merry Mag- 
nolia Minstrels" with Clarence Touart 
at their head, treated us to a delightful 
hour of pure fun. 

Each minstrel wore a snow-white 
magnolia in his button-hole, the better 
to contrast with the ebony blackness of 
his countenance. The entertainment 
was given for the especial benefit of 
the Loyola boys, and was in every way 
a success. 

The jokes were too numerous to be 
reproduced here. Besides, some of 
them might reflect a bit on the writer 
himself; and you know that would 
never do. After the show the ball 
players and officials adjourned to the 
gymnasium to enjoy a treat. 

Junior Sodality. — Sodality meetings 
are held every Saturday morning, and 
it goes without saying that great fer- 
vor, in the service of our Blessed Moth- 
er, is evinced by the Sodalists'. The 
candidates were admitted as members 
on Tuesday, May 30th, and this swells 
the ranks of the Sodality to fifty-three; 

Yenni Literary Circle. — The Circle 
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Wednesday evenings up to the 16th of 
May, the picnic day. The debates have 
been especially enjoyable, the faculty 
being invited to witness one of them. 
On the night of the last session each of 
the members was called upon for a 
speech, and each responded neatly. The 
Circle then adjourned "sine die." How- 
ever, a picnic was enjoyed the next day, 
the entire day being spent in the lake 
and woods'. 

Altar Boys' Association. — The Altar 
Boys are all striving with might and 
main to win one of the three medals 
offered for excellence in serving and 
general good conduct. Of the three 
medals one is gold, and the other two 
are silver. As yet it is impossible to 
forecast the lucky ones, but this much 
is sure, that the whole association is to 
be complimented on its efficiency. 

Junior Library. — In spite of the hot 
weather, so well calculated to keepjone 
out in the fresh air, the Library still 
claims its quota. Of course, that in- 
veterate bookworm, Joe Berthelot, fills 
the -southwest corner most of the time, 
but it is a notorious fact that "teeto" 

has at last lured "Tub" from his den. 

Junior Band. — The band still offers 
incense to Apollo, thus filling /many a 
pleasant home with sweet harmony. 
The Junior Band, together with the 
Senior, again furnished part of the mu- 
sic for the civic !bi-centennial celebra- 
tion in Mobile. They have been highly 
extolled for their laudable and success- 
ful efforts ; especially laudable as the 
day was extremely warm. 

Gymnasium. — It is a little warm for 
gym work at present, and besides we 
have been deprived of the services of 
our excellent friend, 'Mr. Tinsman, for 
some time. For this reason obligatory 
gym work has been discontinued, and 
the gymnasium looks a bit deserted. 
However, there are a few who 'still work 
regularly. Notable among these is our 
coming athlete, Henry Patterson. He 
is almost as bad a gym fiend as Joe 
Berthelot 'is a book-worm. 

Billiard Room. — Interest in billiards 
has somewhat flagged of late, owing 
chiefly to the fact the new table is not 
to materialize until next year. 


Judge Paul Leche was elected 
'77 State Deputy of the Knights of 

Columbus at the convention at 
Plaquemine, La., May 11. 

Frank D. Kohn, A. B., of Mont- 
'89 gomery was chosen state deputy 

of the Knights of Columbus. 

On April 10 the city of Montgom- 
'92 passed from the aldermanic to the 

commission form of government. 

One of the five commissioners elected 
was Cornelius P. Mclntyre, A. M. 

Philip Le Blanc has been ap- 
'95 pointed private secretary to Col- 
lector of Port Clarence S. Hebert in 
New Orleans. 

At the annual election of the 
'96 Knights of Columbus, William 

Cowley was honored with the of- 
fice of state secretary. 



Dr. E. A. Fossier, A. B., was elect- 
'99 ed treasurer of St. Luke's Guild 

at the organization of this associa- 
tion, composed of practical Catholic 
physicians and dentists of Louisiana. 
The meeting was held April 27 in the 
Archbishop's parlors in New Orleans. 
Among those who attended it was Dr. 
Marion Souchon, A. B., class of '89. 

Stanislaus P. Cowley, class of '99, 
'99 was married to Miss Anna Stella 

Solberg at the Cathedral with a 
Nuptial Mass on April 26. The wed- 
ding was very quiet owing to the re- 
cent death of Mr. Cowley's mother. 

Mr. Henry L. Sarpy, A. B., came 
'00 over from New Orleans on May 

21st to act as one of the judges 
in the contest for the Jannin Memorial 

We have received the announce- 
'03 ment of the wedding of Dr. Maxi- 

min D. Touart, A. B., and Miss 
Claire Baker. The ceremony took place 
on June 5th at Peekskill-on-the-Hudson, 
New York. 

The marriage of Mr. T. Hubbard 
'03 McHatton and Miss Marie Elsie 

Lustrat will be solemnized at the 
University of Georgia, Athens', on June 
14th, Bishop Benjamin F. Kerly officiat- 
ing. Mr. McHatton is a professor in 
the University. 

T. Peyton Norville, A. B., was 
'04 joined in the holy bonds of matri- 
mony with Miss Angela Gerow on 
the morning of April 25th in the Ca- 
thedral of the Imaculate Conception, 
Mobile. The Nuptial Mass at which 
the ceremony took place was celebrat- 
ed by Rev. Richard O. Gerow, D. D., 
brother of the bride, and was attended 
by a large gathering of friends. Mr. 
Norville is senior partner of the real 
estate firm of Norville Brothers. 

Louis O. Bordelon was married to 
'09 Miss Mabel Lemoine on May 17, in 

the Church of the Sacred Heart, 
Moreauville, La. A few days later Mr. 
and Mrs. Bordelon called at the Col- 
lege while on their wedding tour. 

John E. O'Flinn, A. B., was a vis- 
10 itor at the College April 23. He 

has finished his first year of med- 
icine at Oxford, Miss. 

The death is announced of Charles 
L. De Fuentes, who left Spring Hill to 
join the troops of the Confederacy. 
Mr. De Fuentes was for many years 
chairman of the Louisiana Railroad 

John M. Hogan, cashier of the Ger- 
mania Bank of Savannah, died sudden- 
ly at his home on April 8th. Mr. Ho- 
gan was a student at Spring Hill in 
the sixties, being a classmate of the 
late Father John F. O 'Connor, S. J. 




There's a saying very common but sublime, 
And I hear it echoed down the walls of time : 
It is: "Passing through the mill." 

As I started out in life, 
Seeming ready for the strife, 
When I asked a man confronting, 
"Is there aught in me that's wanting?" 
He said: "Passing through the mill." 

But when I'd been apprenticed 

To druggist, doctor, dentist, 

And made myself a clown 

To every king in town, 

From judge down to mechanic, 

And my heart was wrung with panic, 

Yet he told me, told me still, 

"You need passing through the mill." 

Now I'm settled down in life, 
But it's not the end of strife — 

Still the mill! 
So I take it like a pill, 
And strive to take it still, 
Till I'm ground and ground to sand, 
Till I roll to the other strand, 
Till I'm in a higher land, — 
For all that the soul must stand, 

In this passing through the mill. 

Ah, on the Judgment Day, 
We'll look back this weary way, 
And rejoice perchance to say 
That we conquered in the fray 
Through the mill. 


Spring Hill College 

Mobile, Alabama 

,PRING HILL COLLEGE is built on rising ground, five miles distant from 
MOBILE, and elevated one hundred and fifty feet above the sea-level. It 
enjoys a constant refreshing breeze, which renders its situation both agreeable 
and healthy. The surrounding woods afford the most pleasant summer walks. 
A never failing spring at the foot of the hill, and within the College grounds, 
furnishes an abundant and lasting supply of water to the beautiful lake where 
the students may safely enjoy the beneficial exercise of swimming. Long ex- 
perience has proved that, owing to its position, the College is entirely exempt 
from those diseases which prevail at certain seasons in the South. 

The College was incorporated in 1836 by the Legislature of Alabama, with 
all the rights and privileges of a University, and empowered in 1840 by Pope 
Gregory XVI. to grant degrees in Philosophy and Theology. 

The directors of the institution are members of the Society of Jesus, which 
from its origin has devoted itself to the education of youth. They will endeavor 
to show themselves deserving of the confidence reposed in them by evincing on 
all occasions a parental solicitude for the health and comfort of those entrusted 
to their charge, by sparing no pains to promote their advancement and by keep- 
ing a careful and active watch over their conduct. The exercise of their author- 
ity will be mild without being remiss, in enforcing the strict discipline and good 
order so essential for the proper culture of both mind and heart. By this two- 
fold education, which is based on Religion and Morality, they will exert all 
their energies not only to adorn the minds of their pupils with useful knowledge, 
but to instill into their hearts solid virtue and a practical love of the duties 
which they will have to discharge in after life. 

The public worship of the institution is that of the Catholic Religion ; how- 
ever, pupils of other denominations are received, provided that, for the sake of 
order and uniformity, they are willing to conform to the exterior exercises of 

The plan of studies is established on a large scale, and is calculated to suit 
not only the wants but the progress of society. It consists of three principal 
courses under the name of PREPARATORY, ENGLISH and CLASSICAL. 

French, German, Spanish, Italian, form separate courses, are optional, and 
are taught without extra charge. 

Extensive grounds, spacious buildings, commodious class-rooms, library, 
reading rooms, billiard and recreation rooms, and the largest and best equipped 
college gymnasium in the South, every facility for the self-improvement and 
physical well-being of the student. 

For Catalogue, etc., apply to REV. F. X. TWELLMEYER, President. 






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The object of THE SPRINGHILLIAN is to record College 
events, to stimulate literary endeavor among the students, and 
to form a closer bond between the boys of the Present and the Past 



The Bicentenary of Mobile John T. Bauer, 

The Adventures with Hoosat M. Humbert Diaz, 

Yucatan B. Rios Franco, 

A Suffragette's Dream of the Future Lee R. Drago, 

The Seismograph Leo Ball, 

Jus! What Happened Stephen V. Riffel, 

Metallurgy ___£/. Berthier, 

McGloyne's LasT: Night On Earth Dennis Moran, 

Portugal M. Humbert Diaz, 

The Little Gold Crescent /. Holliday D 'Aquin 

Much Ado About Nothing Clarence K. Wohner, 

Saved by an Aeroplane Paul V. Byrne, 

The Limit John J. Trolio, 

The Grave Joseph P. Newsham, 

The Interrupted Elopement Wm. H. Kelly, 

College Notes M. Diaz, 12 J. Becker, 

Spring Cutlets /. T. Becker, '12 M. H Diaz, 

Second Division Items Joseph P. Newsham, 

Second Division Athletics John B. R ices, 

Baseball Dennis S. Moran, 





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APRIL, 1911 


Entered as second-class matter ; October, 29, 1910, at the postojjice at Springhill, Alabama, under the Act of March 3 , 1 879 


JOHN T. BAUER, '11. 

It is with great misgivings that I en- 
ter upon this task, for it requires a 
large amount of time and space, both of 
which are unavailable at present. How- 
ever, I think that a few words about 
the founding of Mobile and a descrip- 
tion of its early life and customs will 
prove interesting especially at this 
time, since to commemorate the event 
the bi-centennial celebration was late- 
ly held in Mobile. 

The originator of the idea was the 
Right Rev. E. P. Allen, D. D., Bishop 
of Mobile. To his labors and the co- 
operation of the clergy and laity of the 
diocese is clue the success of the under- 
taking. The celebration began with a 
solemn Pontifical Mass of Thanksgiv- 
ing sung by Rt. Reverend Bishop 
Shaw of San Antonio, His Eminence, 
Cardinal Gibbons, presiding in the sanc- 
tuary. There were present many dis- 
tinguished prelates and visiting clergy, 
the mayor and other representative of- 
ficials of the city and State. The ora- 
tor of the occasion was Rev. E. C. de la 
Moriniere, S. J., who spoke eloquently 
on Mobile's two hundred years of un- 
interrupted Catholic activity. 

There was a large parade in the af- 
ternoon, composed of all the Catholic 
societies, schools and colleges of the 

city. The event was one whose mem- 
ory will be fostered in the hearts of the 
participants as one of the greatest out- 
bursts of Catholic spirit and a most evi- 
dent manifestation of its increasing 
power and grandeur. At no time were 
there so many dignitaries present in 
Mobile, and no religious celebration 
was entered upon with such zeal and 
success. But to come to its cause. 

During the reign of Louis XIV. the 
French government realized the impor- 
tance of settling and colonizing the 
southern part of the New World. A 
fleet of two frigates and two smaller 
vessels was easily procured, with men 
to man them, but now arose the ques- 
tion, who would command, who could 
endure the perils of a tempestuous, un- 
known sea, the dangers of settling a 
strange land, who could battle with the 
natives, ward off famine and disease, 
and rule with an iron hand, under al- 
most insurmountable obstacles, men of 
fickle and jealous natures. The man 
chosen for this great expedition was 
Pierre Le Moyne Sieur d 'Iberville, a 
member of the Le Moyne family of 
Montreal, Canada, who had won famous 
victories over the English . forces in 
New France. He was a man well qual- 
ified for the undertaking, being brave, 


prudent and clear-sighted, and possess- 
ing a characteristic perseverance and 
energy that made him a natural leader 
of men. His younger brother, Bien- 
ville, then in his eighteenth year, served 
under him as a midshipman. Iberville 
was a leading figure in the exploration, 
discovery and foundation of Mobile. 
But he died while his city was an in- 
fant, and upon Bienville's young 
shoulders fell the most difficult part of 
the task, that of carrying into execu- 
tion the great plans formed by his elder 
brother. The determination and forti- 
tude of these two men are almost in- 
credible. When we contemplate their 
youth, the greatness of their task, the 
difficulties that beset them and then 
look upon their success, our admiration 
exceeds all limits. 

Four months after its departure from 
Rochelle, on Jan. 31, 1699, the little 
fleet cast anchor at the entrance of Mo- 
bile Bay. The first sight that presented 
itself to the eyes of the explorers was 
not in the least encouraging. To the 
leeward was a low, sandy island, cov- 
ered with grewsome bones and skulls, 
which gave them an idea of the barbar- 
ity of the people with whom they were 
to contend. This island (now Dau- 
phin) was called by them Massacre 
Island. However, they were not the 
first discoverers of Mobile Bay. Pineda 
and Garay, two Spaniards, exploring to 
find a passage west of Florida, which 
was then supposed to be an island, dis- 
covered the bay and river in 1519, and 
called it the Bay of the Holy Spirit, by 
which name it was known for some 
time. In 1528 Panfilo de Narvaez foiled 

in his attempt to oust Cortez from Mex- 
ico, undertook, with royal sanction, an 
expedition to Florida and the coast. 
After many hardships he landed in Mo- 
bile Bay for water, at Bellefontaine, 
and there is a tradition among the 
French that the bones found bleaching 
on the island by Iberville were those 
of Narvaez 's companions. Other early 
visitors were DeSoto. La Salle, Mal- 
donado and Cabot. But they did noth- 
ing towards colonizing the country. 
After a short stay, Iberville pushed on- 
ward in search of the Mississippi. On 
March 2, after much trouble and dan- 
ger, for its mouth was hidden in sand 
banks, reeds and logs, like a palisade, 
he found the great and much-talked of 
stream. After due investigation he de- 
cided that the stream did not admit 
of sail navigation nor the marshy banks 
of habitation. So, leaving Bienville in 
charge of a fort built near the delta, 
he departed eastward in quest of a per- 
manent site. The spot selected was a 
bluff on the Back Bay of Biloxi. Here 
was built a fort of four bastions, guard- 
ed by twelve cannons and surrounded 
by a palisade. On his expeditions from 
Biloxi, Iberville discovered what are 
now known as Bayou La Batre, Cedar 
Point, the Mobile, Dog and Fowl Riv- 
ers, the One and Three Mile creeks and 
the Chickasabogue. The country on 
the upper bay and river greatly im- 
pressed the explorer; the soil was rich 
and fertile, with woods containing all 
the timber needed for the French navy. 
Besides it was near enough to Pensa- 
cola to keep an eye on the Spaniards. 
it guarded the Mississippi entrance, 


was the capital of Louisiana; a meeting 
place for the Indian tribes and a point 
from which English influence was to be 
overthrown. Realizing these advant- 
ages, Iberville moved his colony from 
Biloxi to a site sixteen leagues from 
Massacre (Dauphin) Island, at the sec- 
ond bluff, which is the present twenty- 
seven mile bluff. Here, in January of 
the year 1702, under the direction of 
Bienville, was constructed Fort Louis 
de la Louisiane, or Old Mobile. This 
event was celebrated some years ago by 
the unveiling of a cross erected by the 
citizens in Bienville Square, and then 
also Father de la Moriniere was the 
orator selected by the city. 

Here began the rule of Bienville, for 
Iberville was away most of the time and 
died four years later in Havana. So a 
young man of twenty-six was the chief 
executive and virtually the first gover- 
nor of Louisiana, a name that then cov- 
ered a very extensive territory. Many 
were the trying situations that con- 
fronted the young ruler, pestilence, 
famine, disease, intricate Indian prob- 
lems, wars and domestic trouble, which 
space will not allow me to enumerate. 
Suffice it to say that through it all he 
preserved a spirit of energy and en- 
durance that was remarkable. We 
might imagine that such a man was 
universally admired and respected, that 
his plans and views' were always con- 
sidered, and that the officials and citi- 
zens earnestly supported and co-oper- 
ated with him. But such was not the 
case. On the contrary, his officials 
were jealous of his success and increas- 
ing influence and did all in their power 
to get; him out of office. Indeed, his 

commissary, Nicolas de la Salle, and the 
parish priest, la Vente, went so far as 
to send false accusations to France, 
saying that he was undignified, with- 
held salaries, speculated in royal prop- 
erty, appropriated public funds and 
was a rascal generally. These charges 
were unfounded ; for during all his la- 
bors he made absolutely no profit ; he 
contracted only debts that were un- 
avoidable, and moreover did not receive 
a cent of salary for seven years.. 
Writers generally condemn these at- 
tacks on Bienville's character. 

In the mid-summer of 1704, the ship 
Le Pelican brought over all that was 
necessary for an infant colony,- — live- 
stock, food, merchandise, a parish 
priest, a curate, four missionaries, a 
sick nurse, four families of artisans, 
seventy-five soldiers and, most welcome 
of all, under the charge of two Gray 
Nuns, twenty-three young, respectable 
girls, who were to marry, and thus 
serve to domesticate into decent citi- 
zens the roving, restless men of the 
colony. They were all married within 
a month except one, who was "coy and 
hard to please." In 1706 there was a 
great dearth of provisions, because of 
the neglect of agriculture. The colon- 
ists depended on hunting, fishing and 
commerce, but gave up Indian diplo- 
macy, which would have made it pay. 
The population at this time was one 
hundred and twenty men in the garri- 
son and one hundred and fifty-seven 
colonists, besides sixty unattached Ca- 

On February 10, 1708, the French 
government sent De Muy to succeed 
Bienville, but he died at Havana on 


his way over. D'Artaguette also was 
sent to make investigations and re- 

In 1709 the river rose and overflowed 
both fort and town and left uninjured 
only high elevations. This necessitated 
the selection of a new location, and the 
present site of Mobile was chosen by 
Bienville. The new Port Louis was 
somewhat similar to the old one, only 
perhaps a little larger. The fort itself 
was near the river and quite a distance 
east of the houses, being surrounded on 
all sides by marshy land. The city con- 
sisted of twelve streets about forty feet 
wide, whose original names are un- 
known, but they are doubtless the same 
streets that now form the business sec- 
tion of Mobile. 

The system of government remained 
the same until 1713, when Crozat, a 
rich merchant, leased the country for 
fifteen years from the king, and intend- 
ed through mining and commerce to 
make his venture pay. He did not like 
Bienville, and succeeded in obtaining a 
new governor in the person of Cadillac. 
His government was not prosperous 
and in 1717 he was recalled and Bien- 
ville was again reappointed and re- 
mained in office until 1748, when he 
was succeeded by Vaudreuil. Because 
of the sand bar at Dauphin Island and 
the removal of the capital to New Or. 
leans, the growth of Mobile was very 
slow. In 1760 we count only one hun- 
dred and thirty-one houses and about 
three hundred people outside of the 
fort. In 1763, at the conclusion of the 
war between France and England, all 
Louisiana east of the Mississippi, Mo- 
bile of course included, was ceded to 

the English, while New Orleans and 
that portion to the west went to the 
Spaniards. However, the Spaniards 
claimed and ruled Mobile as a part of 
Florida until 1812, when it was cap- 
tured and henceforth ruled by Ameri- 

In 1813 the government, hithertofore 
military, was changed to the commis- 
sion form. Officials were elected, laws 
made and streets cut and improved. 
The city limits began at Choctaw Point, 
ran due west to where the perpendicu- 
lar line due north would strike Mur- 
rel's ford, over the Three Mile creek, 
and then down the creek east to the 
river and thence to the starting point. 

In 1818 two fire engines were bought, 
the first bank established, with a capi- 
tal of $500,000, river steamers were 
running, and the port was full of ves- 
sels, one being from Liverpool. Eight 
thousand bales of cotton were handled 
by the town of eight hundred inhabi- 
tants, and two years later sixteen thou- 
sand bales. In 1819 a public well was 
sunk on Dauphin and Royal, and a 
burial ground was bought for $150 half 
a mile southwest of the city, which is 
the present old graveyard, now in the 
heart of the town. In the same year 
the place was reincorporated by the 
new State of Alabama as "the Mayor 
and Aldermen of the City of Mobile." 
About this time Josiah Blakeley pur- 
chased a large tract of land across the 
river and endeavored to build a city to 
surpass Mobile. Although the project 
was successful at first, it failed after 
the death of its founder, and there is 
nothing left now but ruins and marsh. 
In 1820 the old fort was abandoned and 


its site divided into lots and sold. The 
great fires of 1827 and 1838 destroyed 
the old town, and the Spanish and 
French dwellings are almost unknown. 

Henceforth the government and situa- 
tion remained the same; of course the 
old city changed and grew with time 
and customs, so that now it is one of 
the leading ports of the South, and has 
a population of fifty-one thousand. 
With its civil progress and prospects 
everyone is familiar. Because of its ad- 
vantageous position, the dredging of the 
channel and the opening of the Panama 
Canal it bids fair to be one of the most 
prosperous shipping points on the coast. 

From a religious point of view also 
the city is progressing. From its very 
foundation there has always been some 
one to provide for the spiritual wants 
of the people. Beginning with Fathers 
Davion and Douge, we have a long line 
of pastors and missionaries too numer- 
ous to mention. 

In 1826, when Right Reverend Mich- 
ael Portier was named Vicar-Apostolic 
of Alabama and the Floridas there were 
only three priests in all that vast terri- 
tory. The energy and perseverance of 
this great man were astonishing, as is 
proved by the work he accomplished. 
In 1830 he founded Spring Hill College 
for students and seminarians. Some 
years later he intrusted it to the Jes- 
uits, and since then it has become one 

of the greatest educational institu- 
tions in the South. He next established 
the Visitation Academy, introduced the 
Sisters of Charity to found hospitals 
and orphanages, and the Christian 
Brothers to take charge of schools and 
institutions, established new churches 
and built the fine Cathedral of the Im- 
maculate Conception. When he died in 
1859 he had twenty-seven priests, 
twelve churches, a college, six acade- 
mies, twenty schools, two orphanages 
and hospitals, and of all he could have 
said: "Alone I did it." His worthy 
successor, Rt. Rev. John Quinlan, D. D., 
called the "Apostolic Bishop," contin- 
ued the good work, and his large funer- 
al in 1883, which was attended by mu- 
nicipal, state and national representa- 
tives, shows how much he was respect- 
ed by the South. 

Bishops Manucy and Jeremiah 'Sul- 
livan upheld the traditions of their pre- 
decessors and the diocese prospered un- 
der their rule. 

When Bishop Allen, the present in- 
cumbent, succeeded in 1897, the diocese 
was in an excellent financial condition, 
but still deficient in the number of 
priests. Under his rule they have more 
than doubled. There are now 101 
priests, 74 churches, 174 stations and 
chapels, 41 teaching Brothers, 274 Sis- 
ters, a seminary, four colleges, eight 
academies and 31 parochial schools. 





Since my boyhood I have always 
lived a solitary life, shunning friends, 
thereby making no enemies. Not that 
I was a misanthrope, but that I loved 
the company of my illusions more than 
I did reality. When alone I was always 
careful never to forget a box of Nether- 
lands, a brand which I favored mostly 
and which was distributed by Grady's 
Smoker's Mecca. 

By profession I was an analytical 
chemist. I had taken two rooms in a 
flat, one of which I used as my labora- 
tory (where I performed a few prac- 
tical experiments for a manufacturing 
firm of Detroit), and the other I used 
as my sleeping-room. I remember that 
I had analyzed a compound for a cus- 
tomer of Grady's Mecca, and had found 
it to be five parts hydrocyanic acid to 
one tincture hyacinth ; this of course 
aroused my suspicions, for the hydro- 
cyanic acid (commonly called prussic) 
was hard to obtain chemically pure. 
When I afterwards came to learn of the 
Double Tragedy at Kildare, I found out 
where and how it was obtained. How- 
ever, this has nothing to do with what 
I am about to relate. 

As I stated before, I enjoyed nothing 
better than a good smoke, and so when 
my cigars gave out I always went to 
the Smoker's Mecca to purchase some 
Netherlands. Here it was that I was 
presented to Mr. Hoosat. It was many 
years afterwards that Grady explained 
to me who and what this Mr. Hoosat 

was. For the present, since I am for- 
bidden to say who the gentleman is, I 
only state that he had appeared in New 
York a few years before this incident 
happened, and though not well known, 
(for he detested notoriety) was never- 
theless very much loved by the friends 
he had made. He was not a criminolo- 
gist by profession, yet in defence of 
mankind and society, undertook many 
cases, one of which I am about to tell. 
Always willing to succor even the 
guilty, he made it a point to give the 
criminal another chance. Now that he 
has gone from my life and I am at 
liberty to publish this ease, I still often 
wonder where and how he is. Many 
has been the time that I have wished to 
see him back again ; hurrying through 
the crowds, making his passage with 
the aid of a walking stick he had picked 
up in the Victoria and Albert Museum ; 
and to see the smile that lit his fea- 
tures whenever he saw a friend. Fre- 
quently he visited my laboratory, he 
himself being an experienced practical 
chemist, knowing the inorganic side 
better than the organic. 

It was a rainy day in April and so I 
had hied myself to the Smoker's Mecca 
where a comfortable leather-back chair 
and a good cigar (leaving out the mag- 
azines) always welcomed me. Here I 
found my friend Hoosat cuddled com- 
fortably in a Morris chair reading a 
copy of the London Sketch. When he 
saw me, he arose and came over to me. 


"If you are not busy, I would like 
you to take a trip to New Rochelle 
with me." 

"To be sure," I consented, "nothing 
would suit me better." 

"Then be sure to take the Central 
4:05. I'll be there to meet you." 

When once we were on our way to 
New Rochelle he told me that a gentle- 
man had been to see him, much dis- 
tressed over the fact that his wife had 
been murdered and that he needed his 
assistance. On our arrival we strolled 
around the pretty and picturesque city 
whose charms I have always admired. 
Having been to supper we went direct- 
ly to the residence of Mr. Richardson, 
the distracted husband. The sad event 
was beginning to tell on the unfortun- 
ate man. 

"Calm yourself," admonished my 
friend, "and let us hear the facts." 

"Well, sir," he began, "you must 
know that I am a lawyer by profession 
and have been practicing now for three 
years. Three months ago I was mar- 
ried to Mrs. Ellen Carew, (she was a 
widow, her husband having perished in 
the San Francisco earthquake), and 
she appeared very happy, for she loved 
me dearly, as I also loved her. About 
three weeks ago a stranger arrived at 
the next house. The residence next 
door, I forgot to say, is owned by a Mr. 
Forbes, a distant relative of my de- 
ceased wife. At first no one noticed 
the stranger, but one morning, about a 
week after his arrival, my wife received 
a letter which caused her much dis- 
tress, so much in fact that I was afraid 
she would go mad. I begged her to let 
me read it ; but she answered that I 

had better not, that it was news of her 
father's death. I knew that both her 
parents were dead; it pained me to see 
that Pollen had told me an untruth, a 
thing which she had never done before. 
So I had recourse to stealing the letter 
and this is it." 

He drew out a paper and handed it 
to the detective. The letter ran: 
"The mountains are ever green, and the 
cottage awaits the coming of sun- 

"Pray continue," said my friend. 

''Well, she grew more and more 
afraid, so I thought that the best thing 
for me to do was to take her on a trip. 
I went to get the tickets, and when I 
came back they told me that she was 

"Was there much disorder in the 

"Yes, but it was caused by the neigh- 
bors who came running in after the 
shot was fired." 

"Very well. Good night; Ave will 
come ajjcain in the morning." 

The first thing my friend did in the 
morning was to visit the room, where 
lie inspected everything. After the 
shot of course all the people rushed in, 
so many footprints were observed. All 
windows and doors had been locked 
from the inside ; but the door opening 
into the room from the corridor had 
been forced open by the neighbors. 

As for myself, I could make neither 
head nor tail of the affair; for how 
could anyone come in or get out with- 
out unlocking the doors or unfastening 
the windows, a thing well nigh impos- 
sible, for the windows could not be un- 
locked from the outside, and the doors 



were equipped with night latches. 
There were four windows and two 
doors. One led to a second bedroom 
and another to a hall, connecting with 
the stairs. 

We retired to our rooms after the in- 
spection and I asked Hoosat if it was 
murder. He answered that so far he 
did not know. 

"If it is suicide, then where is the 
revolver?" I asked. "How could she 
throw the revolver out of the window, 
close it, and come back to the bed if 
she was mortally wounded?" 

But Hoosat answered nothing. We 
were making a detour around the 
grounds a while later when my friend 
suddenly stopped. 

"Wait here till I come back." 

Soon he appeared with a shoe in his 
hand and placed it on a footprint in 
the sand. The shoe fitted perfectly 
with the print. Following up the foot- 
prints we discovered that they reached 
the residence of Forbes; there they 
stopped. Hoosat went to see him ; he 
entered without even knocking. 

"Who's that?" shouted a voice from 
a room at the end of the hall. 

"That's me, — Hoosat," answered my 

"I say," continued the voice, becom- 
ing angrier, "who's that?" 

"Hoosat is my name," replied my 

The door opened and a man ad- 

"Who are you, sir?" inquired the 
stranger, eyeing us suspiciously. 

"Have a card," and Hoosat pulled 
one from his pocket, on which was 
written: "Hooareye Hoosat." 

"Ahem! strange name that; but 
what do you want? Mr. Forbes is not 

"So you are not Mr. Forbes, then. 
Well, turn the card over." 

The stranger did so, and as he did the 
color came and went from his cheeks. 

"I see, sir, that your name is Carew." 

"No," with a frown. 

"Very well; that is all. Good day; 
sorry to have bothered you." 

On our way back to the house, my 
friend found something hidden in the 
sand. Kicking it with his foot he saw 
a revolver. 

"One shot missing," after he looked 
at the barrel. "Now, let us go back to 
see our friend the stranger again ; he 
will not refuse our visit this time." 

On our entering the room, the 
stranger arose. 

"Sit down," whispered Hoosat, "we 
can talk better seated. 

"Now, this revolver," he began tak- 
ing out the gun, — "but let me tell you 
a story. There was a couple in Oak- 
land, Cal. ; were very happy; they were 
married. Then came the earthquake. 
The husband, who worked in San Fran- 
cisco, was injured and reported to be 
dead. The Avife, believing him so, came 
to New Rochelle to live with her rela- 
tives. Years passed ; the husband, who 
was thought dead, recovered and came 
to New York. There he lived for a year 
and married, thinking his wife dead. 
By accident he hears of the marriage of 
his wife, whom he thinks to be still 
alive. Coming to New Rochelle, leav- 
ing his wife in New York, he boards 
with her relatives so as to be near her. 
Whilst there his unreasonable love 


1 1 

prompts him to send the message : ' The 
mountains are ever green and the cot- 
tage awaits the coming of sunshine.' 
Evident^ he called her 'Sunshine.' 
Knowing his presence here she comes 
to tell him to go away; not finding him 
here she sees a revolver on the bed. 
Putting that in a bag she rushes home 
and shoots herself. He, coming home, 
hears the shot, rushes in by breaking 
the door with the assistance of a neigh- 
bor and sees his revolver on the floor, 
puts that in his pocket and runs home, 
stumbles and falls, revolver drops, here 
it is. " And Hoosat produced it. "But 
what I did not understand," continued 
the detective, "is why you deny the 
fact that you are Mr. Carew? Of 
course I now understand the reason. 
You thought that I suspected that you 
were the murderer." 

"Exactly. But I am not guilty. She, 
as you say, committed suicide. But 
how did you find all this out?" 

"Don't ask," replied Hoosat indig- 
nantly, "the proof is not necessary. 
Another question, so that my theories 
may be confirmed: Why did you send 
that message?" 

"Because I loved her still. We had 
only been married a few weeks." 

''Another Enoch Arden," mused 
Hoosat. "But you, sir, you deserve 

condemnation; you, after marrying 
again, wanted to come and claim her as 
your wife. Sir, right here, I hold the 
power of accusing and convicting you 
of this crime. But I will not do it; God 
will attend to that. You are a scoundrel 
and a hypocrite." 

I had never seen Hoosat grow so elo- 
quent as he did this time. Before the 
stranger had time to recover Hoosat 
arose and said : 

"Come, let us go." 

Mr. Richardson was awaiting our 

"Any news?" he asked anxiously. 

"Mr. Richardson," replied my 
friend, "your wife committed suicide. 
There was no murder committed." 
And he repeated the story which I 
have put forth. When Hoosat finished, 
the poor man, overcome with grief, 
bowed his head in his hands and sobbed. 

"Come; time for us to go," Hoosat 
whispered to me. 

On our way home I asked him how 
he knew that Carew had married think- 
ing his wife dead. 

"By the letter on the table which he 
had been reading, starting, 'My dear 
husband.' Bad case that; sorry for it. 
Still the world is wicked, very wicked, 
and we need another flood, another de- 
luge, of fire this time, to cleanse it." 






Although whole libraries have been 
written concerning the ruins of Yuca- 
tan, I will endeavor in this article to 
tell what a tourist may see on the Avay 
to the ruins, and then describe the 
ruins as they are. For the reader a 
geographical description of the place 
may prove helpful. 

Yucatan is the name given to that 
peninsula comprising the most easterly 
portion of the Republic of Mexico. The 
capital and principal city is Merida, a 
town with a population of over 60,000, 
located twenty-two miles inland. Set- 
ting out for or from Merida by any of 
the railway lines you are soon in the 
midst of the henequen fields. As far 
as the eye can reach may be seen this 
wonderful plant, which resembles some- 
what the century (agava rigida elon- 
gata) plant. As the view from the car 
window from first to last will be but 
the henequen fields in different stages 
of growth, a word about the plant will 
not be out of place. 

For henequen no other preparation of 
the ground is necessary than the re- 
moving of the stalks of the dead plants 
of last season, and also the rank vege- 
tation and weeds that may be present. 
The soil is very poor, the surface be- 
ing composed almost entirely of rocks. 
Among these rocks are planted, in reg- 
ular rows, four feet apart, the young 
plants, or "hijos" (sons), as they are 
called. These "hijos" are found clus- 
tered about the parent plant, the lat- 

ter being tuberous in its nature, send- 
ing out shoots in all directions, from 
which spring up the young plants. 
The sole care of henequen consists in 
the planting of it, cleaning out weeds, 
and finally, after five to seven years 
of growth, the first cutting of leaves 
is made. After this first period, regu- 
lar yearly or semi-yearly cuttings are 
made, the under leaves being the ones 
removed. One or more tiers, or rings 
of leaves, are cut each year. The life 
of the plant is on the average fifteen 
years, at the end of which time it 
sends up a lofty shoot, flowers at the 
top and then dies. This field of leaf- 
less trunks, together with the weeds, 
brush, etc., is cleaned off by fire direct- 
ly before the rainy season, the time for 
planting the new crop. Long before 
the time this plant has been cut away, 
another generation has been produced 
by it, and is well under way perhaps 
in an adjoining field. The planters, 
called "haciendados, " make a point of 
having fields in all stages of growth, 
so that a regular cycle or planting, ma- 
turing and cutting is constantly taking 

A visit to a plantation will prove in- 
teresting and instructive. You can 
there see the various stages passed 
through, which turn the green, prickly, 
cactus-like leaves' into bales of white, 
tough fiber. Perhaps, too, you will 
obtain a glimpse of the half-dressed, 
sun-bronzed Indians, bare-footed and 
bare-headed, at work among the rows 



with their long, gleaming knives, cut- 
ting off the blades of the plant, and 
stripping them of their sharp spines. 
These blades are then bundled, loaded 
on mule-drawn tramways, and taken 
to the decortieator, or separating ma- 
chine. All the largest plantations are 
supplied with the most modern appli- 
ances, such as steam-power, narrow- 
gauge railroads, fiber separating and 
cleaning machinery, electric light, and 
all of the modern conveniences that 
may be found in any city of the United 
States. So, following the process along 
modern lines, these leaves or blades are 
put through huge, steam-driven crush- 
ers, where they are mashed to a pulp 
and the vegetable or soft matter re- 
moved. The wet mass of stringy fiber 
is then combed and spread out on driers 
in the open air. The fiber thus obtain- 
ed is about three feet in length and it 
is in this raw state that it is shipped. 
Nothing more is done than to compress 
it in huge machines into bales of uni- 
form size, in which state it makes a 
journey of often thousands of miles. 
To the penitentiaries of the United 
States, to the grain fields of North and 
South America and of Europe it goes, 
there to be twisted into binder twine, 
and employed by the farmers for bind- 
ing their sheaves of grain. Some three 
hundred plantations of vast extent 
comprise the state of Yucatan and em- 
ploy over 60,000 Indian laborers, en- 
gaged in the huge task of furnishing 
the greater part of the world's supply 
of fiber. It has proved itself a most 
profitable business, to such an extent 
indeed that many planters, formerly 
engaged in raising corn, cotton and 

cultivating the richer lands of the state, 
have forsaken this and turned their at- 
tention to the raising of the henequen. 
Over the wharves at Progreso pass in 
the course of a year as many as 600,000 
bales of the sisal fiber, which are ship- 
ped to the four corners of the earth, 
and whose returns furnish the coun- 
try's wealth. Over them is likewise 
carried a part of the maintenance of its 
inhabitants in the way of food, clothing 
and manufactured products. There 
one gets his first glimpse of the enor- 
mity of the sisal crop, which, piled in 
bales on long iron trucks, drawn by 
mules over a system of tramways, is 
always a conspicuous and interesting 
object. The gigantic warehouses which 
are everywhere in evidence, cover a 
large area of the town. A peep into 
the interior will astonish one, for the 
thousands of bales of sisal, piled highly 
and compactly on every side, furnish a 
slight idea of the enormity of the busi- 
ness. At times there are thousands of 
bales stored simultaneously throughout 
the numerous warehouses, represent- 
ing millions of dollars. 


The Ruins. 

A distinguished American archaeo- 
logist, writing of the Mayan ruins in 
lucatan, comes out boldly with the 
opinion that America furnished the 
first civilization and was the predeces- 
sor as well as the teacher of Europe 
and Asia. In concluding a most con- 
vincing article on the subject he says: 

"Prom this treasure-house comes the 
key to a thousand problems that have 
vexed scholars and tormented theolo- 
gians, and a knowledge of astronomy 



and mathematics that has dictated the 
chronologies and cosmogonies of Eu- 
rope. These people had a regular 
calendar; they had measured the 
earth; there is a strong presumption 
that they had the mariner's compass; 
they were great navigators and mer- 
chants; they gave us an alphabet from 
which our own has come ; as builders 
they surpassed us ; they preceded Eng- 
land as the mistress of the seas ; they 
made our land the granary of the 
world, while Egypt was savage and the 
ancestors of our race had neither 
clothes, weapons nor habitations." 

Uxmal, the site of one of the most 
famous groups of these ancient Maya 
ruins, is located some distance in the 
interior of Yucatan, about fifty miles 
from Merida. There are here located 
five great structures, or groups of 
structures, that hold high rank as speci- 
mens of Maya architecture. These are : 
The Pyramid Temple of the Magician, 
the quadrangle called the Nunnery, the 
House of the Turtles, the House of the 
Pigeons, and Governor's Palace. These 
are surrounded by many more, less in 
interest and importance only because 
they are in a more advanced stage of 
ruin. General features which are to 
be noted are, first of all, the curious 
carving that is found upon the faces of 
the buildings mentioned. Heads of hu- 
man beings and animals, wild beasts, 
and specially prominent is the serpent, 
which probably held a high place relig- 
iously with this people. These and 
many other weird and fantastic crea- 
tures, which the imagination of the 
sculptors conjured up, are here vividly 
portrayed. Then in the interior of the 

buildings, lighted only by peak-arched 
door- ways are the steep stone stairways, 
nooks, and corners that awaken all sort 
of mystic imaginings and invite ex- 
ploration. In the courts are found 
stones standing upright, which the 
Spaniards believed to be whipping 
posts. However, it is the general char- 
acter of the buildings and especially 
the outside front carving which attract 
more attention. Wandering about the 
silent tangle of tropical vegetation, 
which covers every standing mass of 
ruins, or tramping through the 
gloomy halls where the only sound is 
one's foot-fall, or the echo of it, a feel- 
ing of awe and mystery steals over the 
visitor. To this is added wonder and 
admiration for the people and special- 
ly for the architects who raised on high 
these lofty structures. Men of knowl- 
edge assure us that these massive piles 
can be none other than the evolutions 
of the genius of some great mind, who, 
as architect, worked out the plan to the 
minutest detail. We can be sure, too, 
that there must have been working 
drawings made of these buildings long 
before their construction was started, 
drawings in which the ground plan, 
elevation and constructive design were 
fully worked out and the spacing of 
door-ways, moldings, panels, and all de- 
tails of sculpturing fully decided upon ; 
even in fact, to the details of the stone 
cutting, number, width and angles of 
courses of masonry. For it is not in 
the mind of man to believe that one 
brain could have evolved all this work, 
retained in memory every detail, and 
superintended the sculpturing and plac- 
ing of every stone. However, either 



this must have been the ease, or, as it 
is more generally believed, working 
drawings were made, else utter eon- 
fusion must have resulted, for, in a sin- 
gle continuous facade upward of 20,000 
stones were used, not only hewn in 
varied shapes, but each sculptured to 
represent some individual part of a 
face, figure, or geometrical design, and 
all fitted together with such a skill as 
to give the effect of an unbroken 

Chichen-itza is the most important of 
the ancient ruined cities of Yucatan. It 
derives its compound name from its 
former occupants, the Itza tribe of the 
great Mayan stock, and from two re- 
markable natural pools, or wells, still 
existing, which undoubtedly furnished 
the water supply of the ancient inhabi- 
tants, and may have determined the 
original selection of the site. 

The principal ruins cover an area of 
about one square mile, with smaller edi- 
fices scattered about the encircling 
forest. The general structural type is 
that of the platform pyramid, ascended 
by means of broad stairways leading up 
to vaulted chambers. Whole walls are 

covered with sculptured figures and 
hieroglyphic descriptions of vividly 
colored paintings resembling those of 
the Aztec codices. Each prominent 
structure is known to the natives under 
a distinct name. One of the most inter- 
esting is that called the "Tennis Court" 
or "Gymnasium." Another of the im- 
portant ruins is the temple called "Cas- 
tillo," built upon a pyramidal mound 
more than 200 feet high, the approach 
being by means of a grand staircase 
with two colossal serpents' heads in 
sculptured stone at the base. The 
Palace or Nunnery (Casa de las Mon- 
jas), is also worthy of note. 

The reader must bear in mind that 
this people had no other means of 
quarrying than implements of stone, 
no other tools with which to turn out 
specimens of a far advanced stage of 
sculpture than chisels of flint. 

To archaeologists and students of an- 
cient history, as well as to the ordinary 
traveler, these groups of ruined edi- 
fices, so widely different from all 
other traces of America's early civiliza- 
tion scattered throughout the continent, 
prove intensely interesting and highly 




LEE R. DRAGO, 11. 

Imagine, if it will not be too much of 
a tax on your mental capacity, a soft, 
star-spangled night in the year 1950. 
Let the scene be a beautiful stone front 
with winding porticoes and terraced 
lawn, Fifth avenue or Hyde Park. 

Enter hero, — a beautiful blue-eyed 
lad of eighteen ; glowing cheeks, deli- 
cate lips, curly golden locks almost hid- 
ing a small pair of pink shell-like ears, 
graceful figure and dainty ankles. He 
is clad in a hand-painted Japanese real 
lace-trimmed house-dress, and Harold is 
his maiden name. He comes out an east 
door carrying a beautifully bound edi- 
tion of Enoch Arden, advances to a 
bench in the shadow of the gallery, 
carefully seats himself and sighs; he 
lays the book open upon his lap with 
hands joined over it; sighs again, a 
deep sigh of real love and fixes his 
gaze among the stars just where the 
harvest moon is playing peek-a-boo 
behind a thin, drifting cloud. 

Silence reigns, broken only by the 
even notes of the crickets and other 
night bugs. A muffled step is heard 
on the walk ; the front gate clicks ; 
Harold starts from his dream as he 
recognizes the step of Mabel. His 
heart beats a tattoo upon his ribs as he 
silently rises and goes to the front 
steps. Mabel, aided by high rubber 
heels, advances noiselessly up the walk. 
She is tall and well built, with athletic 
courage and a Roman nose ; she wears a 
business suit of English tweed. As she 
nears the front porch she carelessly 

flings from her strong fingers a half- 
smoked Havana. 

Not a word is spoken, — the two meet ; 
our hero leads Mabel across the lawn to 
a rustic hench in the summer house, 
where the following conversation en- 
sues, Mabel talking in a deep, well-reg- 
ulated voice, Harold in shy and high- 
pitched accents. 

"Your mother, again today, sent me 
out of her office, and gave me to under- 
stand that I must never see you again," 
says Mabel. (You see, gentle readers, 
they are old lovers.) Harold sighs. 
"But I have come tonight, my darling, 
to tell you of my plans, and if you will 
be brave I am sure that we can yet 
manage to find our happiness together 
in spite of your cruel, hard-hearted 
mother," continues Mabel; at which a 
shiver shakes the delicate frame of Har- 
old, causing the strong and protecting 
arms of the girl to encircle his waist 
and press his head upon her bosom, 
where it lies sobbing and shaking. 

"But, Mabel," he says in fear, "you 
know that you are the only girl I ever 
did or could love, and I would do any- 
thing to make you happy, but it does 
not seem exactly right to leave mother 
and father without their blessing." 

At this moment Mabel gives vent to 
her love : she gathers the frail boy in 
her arms and again and again cries out : 
"Will you be mine? Say you will be 
mine !" 

About this time Harold's mother, 
president of the First National Bank, 



coining home from the club, hears the 
noise occasioned by Mabel's fond ca- 
resses. She bounds across the lawn, 
discovers the secret lovers, and with an 
irate snort makes for Mabel; the latter, 
however, is not to be taken off guard ; 
she turns a back flip over the bench, 
clears the hedge in one leap,' and van- 
ishes into the night. 

The mother now turns to Harold, 
who bows his head before her stern 
gaze. With one strong arm she grabs 
the startled lad by the ear, and drags 
him into the house to give him his 
nightly lecture on the "Wiles of AVo- 

Poor, broken-hearted Mabel wends 
her dark way home, not caring much 
whether she gets there safe or not. 




LEO BALL, '11. 

Pegging down earthquakes is the up- 
to-date sport of scientists. It is, indeed, 
a sport to record the "heart-beats" of 
this wonderful world of ours. 

Spring Hill, in keeping with the ad- 
vance of science, has installed one of 
the latest and most improved instru- 
ments of Prof. Dr. Wiehert of Goettin- 
gen. The instrument is very neat and 
compact. Some may think that be- 
cause it is practically a new invention 
it is also very complicated. It is deli- 
cate, it has to be, but it certainly is not 

To understand the working of the 
seismograph, we must bear in mind one 
universal fact regarding earthquakes, 
that is, that the earth really quakes or 
oscillates, either vertically or hori- 
zontally, at the point of observation. In 
any form of energy, the further away 
the source the weaker is the energy at 
the place recorded. The same is true 
with regard to earthquakes, for the 
waves are a form of energy. The ques- 
tion now is : How can this particular 
form of energy be recorded? 

Every one is familiar with the fact 
that if a stick is stood on end on a 
table, and the table is struck a horizon- 
tal blow, the stick will fall. The top 
will fall in the direction from which 
the blow came. What causes the top 
to fall? The upper end of the stick, 
owing to its inertia, does not go with 
the bottom of it ; this throws' the line 
of direction outside the base and the 
cane falls. You may try this yourself. 

It is a very interesting experiment and 
proves the law of inertia, namely, a 
body at rest or in motion will continue 
so forever unless acted upon by some 
force outside itself. 

This gives a rough suggestion of the 
main principle of the "Wiehert instru- 
ment, for the tremors of the earth are 
taken up by an inverted pendulum. The 
"bob" of this pendulum is very heavy, 
■ — eighty kilograms. It can be seen 
readily that the heavier this "bob" is 
the more stable it will be in case the 
base is thrown out of line. Also the 
more sensitive the instrument. 

This inverted pendulum is, during a 
disturbance, almost motionless. This 
can be seen by viewing the instrument 
while it is in motion ; the stand to which 
it is attached is moved with the earth 
in its oscillation, and we seem to see the 
pendulum moving. . However, this is 
not so. The horizontal machine cannot 
be placed on the surface of the earth, 
owing to its sensitiveness. If it were, 
it would make a record of a person 
walking near the building. To avoid 
this, a concrete pier is built in the 
ground. This makes surface shocks al- 
most impossible to be recorded. The 
base of the instrument is fastened solid- 
ly to this pier. To this base is attached 
the suspension of the pendulum. How 
can the small shocks from the earth be 
recorded by this heavy weight? 

Take the case of the cane. If we 
make the base or point of support very 
small, we find it very easy to disturb 



the equilibrium. The same is true in 
the seismograph. The pendulum is 
suspended on small, flat springs. These 
springs allow the "bob" to swing in a 
northerly and southerly, and easterly 
and westerly direction. 

This pendulum, like every other, 
when started to oscillate, would con- 
tinue to do so, if it were not stopped. 
Dr. Wiehert has nearly overcome this 
by ingenious little brakes, which he 
calls "air-damping devices." They al- 
low the pendulum to swing out, but on 
its return it is stopped at the original 
position. These are connected to the 
weight by means of thrust arms, which 
run in the same direction as the pendu- 
lum swings. These thrust arms are 
connected to a system of levers, which 
multiply the motion of the earth eighty 
times. These levers are connected to 
the pendulum and stand. The power is 
the pendulum and is stationary, while 
the fulcrum is attached to the stand, 
which moves with the earth. To the 
weight arms, or free ends of these 
levers, are attached writing points. One 
of the points marks the north and south 
vibration ; the other, the east and west. 
The ends of the levers rest on a drum, 
which carries a strip of smoked paper, 
and revolves very slowly. When there 
is no disturbance, the lines made by the 
"pens" are straight, but the least vi- 
bration causes the lines to be wavy. To 
make it possible to tell the time the 
quake took place and how long it 
lasted, the writing points are drawn 
aside every minute and make a little 
mark. This is accomplished by means 
of a small electro-magnet, which is 
connected, electrically, to a special 

clock. At the exact interval a small 
current is sent through the coils, and 
the mark is made. 

Now, suppose that the earth is under- 
going a shock. The stand and foot of 
the pendulum being firmly attached to 
the pier, will move with it. But what 
of the "bob?" It is motionless. Then 
in the levers the power is still and the 
fulcrum is moving. The weight arms 
or writing levers, then, are registering 
the shock, or vibration. In every earth- 
quake there are always the first and 
second preliminaries, the main shock, 
and the final preliminaries. 

The preliminaries enable us to calcu- 
late the distance of the disturbance. 
Laska's rule is very simply stated thus : 

(a) The time of the first prelimina- 
ries in minutes, less one, is the distance 
of the disturbance in megameters. (b) 
The time of all preliminaries in minutes 
is three times the distance of the dis- 
turbance in megameters. The megame- 
ter is about 620 miles. 

After the quake is over, the seismo- 
gram is taken off and read. On this 
smoked paper we have all the "capers" 
tbat old Mother Earth went through 
during the disturbance. 

There have been several shocks re- 
corded here since last November, at 
which time the instrument was install- 
ed. There is, however, only one that 
need be mentioned here. 

The Spring Hill seismograph, as well 
as the others in the United States, on 
December 23rd, began to record little 
shocks at almost regular intervals. This 
continued for ten consecutive days. 
On ring this time warnings were sent 
out from the various stations, to the ef- 



feet that a vast upheaval would take 
place in the near future. 

On January 4th the real shock came. 
It was the heaviest that had been re- 
corded. The total preliminaries lasted 
thirty-three minutes. According to 
Laska, this gives us a distance of about 
6,800 miles. The next day papers all 
over the world published the news that 
a town in Russian Turkestan had been 
destroyed. In the neighboring city of 
Tashkent, the largest of the province, 
many people were killed, and much 
property destroyed. A very amusing 
incident is connected with this earth- 
quake. The warnings sent out evi- 
dently affected some ignorant person's 
nerves. On January 3rd, Father Ruhl- 
man received from some one, who was 
seemingly ashamed of his name, a 
threatening letter. This missive was to 
the effect that if he did not stop scaring 
people, means would be taken to make 
him do so. On January 5th our un- 
known friend found out that it was not 

a "scare" but a reality. 

At the same time our scientist receiv- 
ed a letter from a Virginian. In this 
there was a very sensible question. The 
gentleman asked if there could be any 
relation between earthquakes and mine 
disasters. He gave for a reason that 
after every earthquake there was near- 
ly always a mine disaster. Around all 
coal mines there are sure to be some 
pockets of gas. It is not unreasonable 
to assume that a seismic disturbance 
might cause fissures from the pockets 
to the mines, thus allowing the gas to 
escape. Once this gas gets into the 
mine we know very well what hap- 
pens when a careless miner goes down. 

The science of seismic disturbance is 
not yet fully developed, therefore we 
can only give a sensible reason for 
facts, the real reason of which is still a 
subject of dispute. In the near future, 
though, we will see this new science 
taught in our colleges and universities, 
as a fully developed scientific branch. 





After a long thesis has been prepared 
and yon are certain that you have some 
knowledge of what that particular 
treatise holds, whether it be in psych- 
ology or ethics, it is most pleasant to 
steal away to some foreign land of 
thought and recall an unusual experi- 
ence, or bring back to mind some funny 
little happening which has made a last- 
ing impression on you, instead of trac- 
ing the long list of pros and cons of the 
thesis to be debated in the class-room 
on the morrow. It was just last sum- 
mer on one of those fine July mornings, 
along the Gulf coast that it happened. 

"Get up there, Dave; what kind of a 
trick is this? You must think you are 
off at college enjoying a long sleep. 
What are you dreaming of?" 

A weird stretch of his limbs, then 
both hands to his eyes, which was his 
way of making sure he was awake, 
then : 

"Well, this is a fine time for you all 
to be coming in, about four in the morn- 
ing, especially when you know we 
draw anchor in the morning." 

"Another corner heard from. That's 
enough, Dave; we had agreed to be in 
at ten last night, and if you hadn't 
come in on all-fours an hour later you 
wouldn't be hunting sleep now; you 
can jump in your jacket and khakis and 
help get things fixed; all of us have 
been up nearly an hour helping. Didn't 
you hear the alarm clock at half past 

And so it was that Dave Warley 

found himself way behind the rest, but 
willing to sleep more if the others 
hadn't found him, deep in slumber-land 
on a canvas mat which was part of the 
boat's furniture and which they were 
looking for, on the bottom floor of the 
Yacht Club, which mat had been put 
there by those in charge of the cruise, 
for those who had promised to be in at 
ten sharp the night before. 

It wasn't five minutes before Dave 
was putting his mat and suitcase in the 
cabin and was helping to hoist the 
mainsail and pack all the eatings in a 
far corner of the cockpit, with four 
small brown suitcases stacked on each 
other in the corner opposite, with as 
much care as anything ever gets on a 
cabin sloop. We soon drew up the mud 
picks, and gave the mainsheet to the 
winds, to decide our happiness or sor- 
row for the next few days, as indiffer- 
ent to our fate as though we four were 
the most experienced crew that ever 
sailed in those waters, whereas in real- 
ity, three of us couldn't tell the differ- 
ence between the bow sprit and the 

Max Hathaway was somewhat famil- 
iar with the surrounding waters and 
had been on many little cruises near- 
about, but the rest of us were bent on 
going it blind, and, regardless of our 
ignorance, we had decided to have a 
corking time of it ; that was our ulti- 
mate end. If you have ever sailed with 
such a congenial, willing, anxious-to- 
help-and-quick-to-get-sick crew, you 



can understand the terrible strain. 

After the first day out we were all 
pretty well tired, more from the rock- 
ing, which Ave were not used to, than 
from having overworked ourselves. So 
Max, the only real skipper amongst vis, 
volunteered to tend tiller if someone 
would tend light sails. Following his 
generous offer, lots were cast, it isn't 
necessary or proper here to say how it 
was done, and it fell to the part of Bob 
Lewis, the youngest of the crew, to 
cook the two meals each day, for he 
knew more about that fine art of mak- 
ing grits, slicing potatoes and using all 
the butter on board at one cooking, and 
opening canned goods and preserves, 
than any one on board ; so this coveted 
honor fell truly on a worthy subject, 
but strange as it might seem, he did 
not like it a bit, as he expressed it : 
"You seem to think 'cause I take to 
cooking naturally I like to ; but I 
don't." This outburst came with an 
angry frown on his face, which caused 
an inward smile from every one, but no 
one manifested his tendency to smile, 
lest Bob might decide that he could diet 
on preserves and fruit — as for the rest 
they'd have to. 

The next in merit, the task of dish- 
washing, fell by lot to Dave Warley, 
the oldest of us and incidentally the 
smallest eater, which important item 
tended to make him loved and admired 
by all, and gave him the privilege of 
bunking in the cabin when the boat 
stopped at any place along the cruise, 
provided he came in before midnight ; 
after that time it was open to any of 
the occupants of the deck bunks. 

In case of company from another 

crew, he had to give it up for polite- 
ness sake. Therefore all, feeling kind- 
ly toward Dave, thought he was the one 
best fitted for the place, because he 
couldn't do much of anything else, save 
tell comical stories in a funny little dia- 
lect all his own. So being the only one 
of the four remaining, it was my duty 
to tend light sails and watch for bea- 

As the night wore on slowly, and the 
sea grew restless, Max became silent, 
for he saw a squall coming within half 
an hour, but he didn't scare or arouse 
any one, because they wouldn't be able 
to prevent it or help in any way. The 
waves became stronger, and every now 
and again they would dash against the 
bow and the spray soon drenched me. 
An hour later found us in the midst of 
a furious squall with the stout waves 
sweeping over the deck, which necessi- 
tated taking two reefs and finally tak- 
ing down all the sail. The tide grow- 
ing faster and faster, we threw over an- 
chor, but it would drag fearfully, for the 
current must have had a rate of thirty 
miles an hour. It seemed as though 
we were moving forward on account of 
the fearful rate at which the waves 
ran past us. 

The two in the cabin had long since 
given up every hope of resting and had 
come on deck, but not having sea-legs 
in such rough weather, at first unwill- 
ing to let us see them give up, they went 
in the cabin under pretense of fixing 
something, but could stand it no longer. 

The storm lasted till noon. That was 
just two hours too much for me, and as 
long as there was rough sea I was use- 
less. The squall passed over us and had 



gone northeast, while the current slack- 
ened its speed and the wind slowly be- 
came calm, the sun once more shone, 
just peeping from behind the silvery 
clouds, which for so long a time had 
been dark and threatened violence. 

AVhen we came to, Max had again 
made up our minds for us, for though 
this was not our intended destination, 
it became so, by his willing it. The luff- 
ing of the sail, the rustling of the waves 
as he drew the tiller to him, and the 

creaking of the halyards brought me 
to my senses. Two hours later we were 
well on our way, but not to adventure 
land this time, for those who came for 
its sake only had their fill for the day 
at least, and Max was convinced it was 
too hard work for one to manage a 
sloop, and not having been engaged to 
furnish amusement for a bunch of land- 
lovers, he finally sighted land, as the 
sun, in all its glory, sank behind the 
blazing western horizon. 


Full many a day, in their drear garb of gray 
Lay the woodland, the hill and the glen ; 

But what magic hand, or what wizard wand 
Has bedecked them with flowers again? 

I pondered not long, for, lo ! t'was the song 
Of a minstrel lark mounting on high, 

That to me taught the answer I sought, 

For he seemed to sing down from the sky : 

'Lift hither your heart, for no mortal art 
Can bejewel the glen with its dyes. 

'Tis God's mighty hand, 'tis God's mighty wand 
That bid Nature's gay pageant arise." 




U. BERTHIER, '11. 

The world today is a scientific world 
in which everything is looked upon 
from a scientific standpoint. New in- 
ventions are coming in, new theories 
are propounded, new laws are discover- 
ed, old hypotheses are either strength- 
ened or supplanted by the new. The 
world of science is far-reaching and un- 
tiring in its efforts for the betterment 
of mankind, and in finding out the fun- 
damental facts regarding the universe. 
Amongst the many interesting and im- 
portant branches of science which have 
existed coeval with man, the oldest per- 
haps is metallurgy. History tells us 
that the Egyptians were quite skilled in 
this science. The ancients, however, 
made very little progress in metallurgy 
owing to their crude methods and false 
working hypotheses, which were based 
on the erroneous statements of some 
pagan philosophers, who asserted that 
all the baser metals, such as iron, could 
be transformed by secret process, into 
the king of metals. Hence instead of 
trying to study the metals and their 
ores, their greed for gold led them to 
concentrate all of their knowledge on 
the transmutation of the baser metals. 
When the Arabs, in 640 A. D., invaded 
Egypt, they became acquainted with 
the Egyptian sciences, and though they 
still held to the theory of transmuta- 
tion, we find an encouraging advance, 
both in the methods and the science it- 
self. Students from all over the then 
known world sought the academies 
founded by the Arabs, and returning to 

their native countries, taught the 
sciences there. Thus metallurgy was 
propagated throughout the entire 

Metallurgy is that science which 
treats of the extraction of metals from 
their ores and their subsequent prepara- 
tion for the market. The metals, gold, 
silver and copper, were known to the 
ancients because they are often found 
in a free state, hence their metallurgy 
is very simple in comparison to the 
others. Iron, lead, zinc, and most of 
the other metals generally occur in 
combination with each other. The pro- 
cesses used for the extraction and sepa- 
ration of these metals are very numer- 
ous, but the most general and simple are 
by amalgamation, reduction and elec- 

The amalgamation process is used al- 
most exclusively in gold mining. The 
ore is first crushed in a stamp mill into 
very fine particles which are carried 
by a stream of water to the amalgama- 
tion plates, where the metal forms an 
amalgam with the mercury, allowing 
the exhausted tailings to be discharged 
or preserved for further treatment. 
The amalgam thus formed is then 
cleansed and heated in iron- retorts and 
the mercury is distilled, whilst the 
metal which remains in the retort is 
cast into moulds. 

The reduction process is employed 
with the oxides and sulphides of metals 
and it is usually used for lead, zinc, 
copper, and silver ores. This process 



consists in transforming the ore into 
such compounds as can be easily 
handled by heating the ore in a rever- 
beratory furnace, i. e., in a furnace so 
constructed that the hot air and gases 
from the fire pass directly over the ore 
on the hearth, and in some cases the 
metal itself is reduced. The reduction 
is also produced by heating the ore 
with carbon, hydrogen, or some other 
reducing agent that will either reduce 
the metal or form compounds which 
may be treated in a different manner 
so as to obtain the metal. The sub- 
stance remaining in the furnace is gen- 
erally an alloy of different metals 
which must be separated before placing 
the article on the market. 

The third process, which is the newest 
and perhaps of the greatest importance, 
is electrolysis. On it the very impor- 
tant branch of electro-metallurgy has 
been founded, and we owe the discov- 
ery and preparation of a large number 
of our rare metals, which before its in- 
troduction could not be obtained ex- 
cept by long, tedious, and often danger- 
ous methods, to its wonderful progress 
and advancement. 

Electrolysis makes use of the decom- 
posing power of the electric current by 
passing it through a solution containing 
the metal. The compound in the solu- 
tion is decomposed and the metal is ob- 
tained in a chemically pure state, an 
advantage not to be ignored. Elec- 
trolysis has done away with the dan- 
gerous and expensive process for the 
preparation of potassium by substitut- 
ing in its stead, an easy, safe and eco- 
nomical method, for the production not 
only of potassium but also of the very 

important and useful metals, sodium 
aluminium and magnesium. 

The preparation of aluminium is one 
of beautiful simplicity and its descrip- 
tion will give the reader a clear idea 
of electrolysis. Aluminium is one of the 
most useful metals, and more abund- 
ant in nature than iron. The oxide of 
aluminium is extensively found, and is 
very soluble, in the liquid fused salts 
of aluminium and the alkali metals. 
When the electric current is passed 
through this bath the dissolved alumin- 
ium oxide is decomposed, appearing at 
the two electrodes as aluminium and 
oxygen respectively, in a chemically 
pure state. Unless some metals are of 
high purity they are usually of very 
little usefulness. Hence it is necessary 
to purify them as much as possible be- 
fore placing them on the market. The 
met hods of purification are different 
for different metals, but the most com- 
mon is electrolysis. Here again we see 
what an important element electricity 
has become in the scientific field; we 
realize that if it were not for this indis- 
pensable science few metals indeed 
could be prepared in a pure state, and 
these at a high price. 

As an example we may take the puri- 
fication of copper. The impure alloy 
is used as the anode or positive elec- 
trode and a thin sheet of pure copper 
or greased lead, as the cathode or nega- 
tive electrode. These two electrodes 
are immersed in a solution of copper 
sulphate acidulated with sulphuric 
acid. When the current is passed 
through the solution it causes pure cop- 
per only to deposit on the cathode and 
an equal amount of the same metal to 



be dissolved at the anode. Other met- 
als such as gold, silver, and platinum 
fall to the bottom as mud, whilst the 
impurities may dissolve in the solution, 
but are not deposited. Similar methods 
of refining are used on a large scale 
for gold, silver and lead ; and on a 
smaller scale for antimony, bismuth, 
tin, platinum, zinc, and even iron. 

It may be said in conclusion that the 
industrial world owes its prosperity 
and importance to the strides which 
metallurgy has made in the last cen- 
tury. For what could we do if the 
progress of this indispensable science 
had not improved the manufacture of 
steel by placing on the market a strong 

and reliable article? What improve- 
ments could have been possible in the 
construction of machinery if the metals 
used were expensive and weak? Metal- 
lurgy has at some time or other, in the 
development of its broad and well ex- 
tended field, had recourse to almost 
every science ; and the other sciences 
have profited greatly by its advance- 
ment. It is a beautiful art, entrancing, 
enrapturing and amazing the lover of 
science by its wonderful processes, 
changing the dull, uninteresting ore 
into indispensable metals which the in- 
genuity of man transforms into appli- 
ances for the improvement and better- 
ment of his race. 


On field and road impartial pour 

The spring-time flood of quick 'ning rains 
Anon the field smiles daisy-decked 

But sterile still the road remains. 

Twain symbols these of free-willed souls. 

On all streams rich the Spirit's grace; 
Like field blooms one a lily lane 

Like road one yields of flow'r no trace. 




"Shure, thin an' it was a divil of a 
foine wake they giv Barry McGloyne." 

"Yis, " said Dennis, "it was that 

"Barry was the close friend to me," 
went on 'Toole, "and I'm now won- 
dering if I did wrong in takin' a wee 
dhrop av the crathnr. " 

"How's that? asked' Dennis. 

"Well, yon see it's this way: last 
summer when I used to be seein' the 
menagerie afther a few bouts with the 
bottle over at Casey's 1 giv me solemn 
promise to Payther Breen not to touch 
another drop for a twelve-month." 


"Well, you know I had to show my 
appreciation av Barry, and whin Widely 
McGloyne said to me, says she: 'Path- 
rick, take a thimbleful of this to keep 
you sthrong for the evening,' how the 
divil was I to rayfuse her, an' she look- 
ing so swate in that black dress. So I 
took wan, and wan said wan more, an' 
if somebody didn't count them how 
am I to know how much I took?" 

"Yerrah," said Dennis, "shure 
there's no harrum in doin' justice to 
Barry, an' it ud be the spalpeen's 
thrick if you rayfused to take a dhrink. 
bein' that it was Barry's last night on 
this earth." 

"I dunno, I dunno. but afther a lit- 
tle shlape I will feel that it's all right. 
Well, Dinnis, good-bye, me bhoy, an' 
don't wake up Missus Muldoon by 
bumpin' over the chiny closet. I'll see 

ye tomorrow night at Casey's an' Ave 'II 
have a game av forty-five." 

"Good-night, Paddy, shure 'tis the 
conscientious man ye are thin. Good 
luck attind ye." 

'Toole oscillated along the street till 
lie finally made out his house. The 
fence served as a guide to his wander- 
ing foot-steps and he had soon passed 
through his gate, when he heard a voice 

"Oh, Pathrick!" 

"What is it?" asked 'Toole. 

"Come follow me." 

"Where be ye?" 

"Behint the gooseberry bush." 

'Toole looked over toward the bush 
and there in outline stood Barry Mc- 
Gloyne. His face and figure were the 
same, but there was one thing peculiar 
about him and that was that 'Toole 
could see through him. Beads of sweat 
stood out from Patrick's noble brow 
and Ins hairs began to rise one by one. 
"May the saints presarve me," he 

"Ochone. how slow ye are. Are ye 
never goin' to move thim long legs?" 

Moved by an irresistable impulse, 
'Toole cried out: "Comin', " and 
moved in the direction of the waiting 
figure. As Patrick moved so did the 
figure of Barry, always keeping the 
same distance. On and on they went 
till they came to a cemetery. The fig- 
ure passed through the wall, and Pat- 
rick came to a dead halt. 




"The divil a bit will I go into a ceme- 
tery an' the night just half way 

"Yerrah, shure an' didn't I always 
know that 'Toole was a coward? 
Afraid of a puff of air, that's as harm- 
less as a mess o' praties an' milk." 

"I'm no coward at inny rate, an' 
whither ye be angel or divil, an' I know 
ye ain't the firrust, I'll follow ye." 
'Toole climbed the gate, and went on 
after the phantom. Presently they came 
to a newly-dug grave where both stop- 

"Whist!" said the ghost. 

"Whist!" said Pat. 

"Here is where they are goin' to put 
my body on the morrow, an' I don't 
like the spot, an' Pat I want you to fill 
in this grave with me. Si\ep in here 
a minit. " 

Pat did as he was bid, and the figure, 
reaching out both hands and grasping 
the top of the grave, began slowly to 
drag the hole in upon them. 

"Howly murtherin' Moses," scream- 
ed Pat, when he saw the intention of 
Barry's ghost, and in a twinkling he 
was scrambling out. 

"The divil may take you, Barry, and 
make you warrum, but I'm not the man 
to fill in this hole for ye." 

"Sthop a bit!" cried the ghost. 

"Divil a sthop will I," said Pat, and 
lit out as fast as his feet would fly. He 
took the gate at a bound, and sped on 

down the road toward town. The sky 
was beginning to glow with the first 
faint rays of the dawn, when he enter- 
ed the main street. Slowing up, he 
glanced back towards the cemetery. 

"Shure, I've left him entirely," cried 
Pat thankfully. 

"Begorra, an' it's yourself that is the 
good runner, 'Toole." said a voice 
easily at his side. Pat turned and be- 
held his Nemesis standing there with 
folded arms, and not at all tired. With 
desperate courage Pat swung blow af- 
ter blow in the direction of the spectre, 
without hitting anything solid, while 
all the time the spectre stood grinning 
at Pat's attempts. Just then the sun 
arose and Pat, sending out another 
mighty swing for the jaw, lost his bal- 
ance and toppled over. When he came 
to again Father Breen was kneeling 
near him, trying to get a little brandy 
past his tightly clinched lips. 

"Is he gone?" asked Pat. 

"Is who gone?" said Father Breen. 

"Barry McGloyne's ghost." 

Then did Father Breen know that 
Pat had stepped off the water wagon 

"Aisy, Patrick, aisy my boy; I see 
that you have broken the pledge you 
gave me.' 

"Yes, Fayther, I did break that one 
you gave me for a year, but would you 
mind giving me another that will last 
me for a life-time?" 





In these days of civilization and ad- 
vanced hnmanitarianism, when we take 
up the history of races past and well- 
nigh forgotten, which have left behind 
them the vestiges of greatness as also 
the stigma of paganism and barbarous 
civilization, we are apt to look with 
disgust on those forms of society. But 
somehow we neglect to study the moral 
and political standing of the present 
age ; we consider ourselves so advanced 
in social dealings with our fellow-men 
that in the cry of liberty we drown the 
very voice of liberty, which cries that 
we mock her and that what we call 
liberty is another word for slavery. In 
the course of our lives we have come to 
learn that the person who knows noth- 
ing of what he is talking or writing 
about would do well to throw his pen 
into the fire and con the iesson of truth 
and prudence before he endeavors to 
enlighten his fellow man. We find such 
people in all the walks of life and they 
appear more despicable and unnatural 
if we study them as we should. If a 
country takes up arms in rebellion in 
the defense of liberty it should practice 
liberty, teach in its schools, and profess 
in its institutions that every man has 
a right to liberty in that land. 

Not many months have gone by since 
we first heard of Portugal's revolution, 
of how, tired of a kingdom, the pseudo- 
liberty upholders decided that for them 
there was' no liberty. So a revolution 
was started and in the name of that 
much abused liberty they planted the 

tree of republicanism in the land. Some 
rejoiced at Portugal's fall as a king- 
dom ; others did not. But we expected 
that they would behave as civilized 
men, as educated and humane gentle- 
men. But in the course of a few months 
we hear of attacks on the priests and 
religious, how they expelled the priests 
and burnt their houses and convents to 
the ground. If liberty was their stand- 
ard why then did they commit such 
acts of infamous and barbaric despot- 
ism and unchristian cruelty? Such are 
the crimes committed under the name 
of freedom and of liberty ; acts worthy 
indeed of barbarians centuries ago, but 
not of Christians living in a civilized 
world. If this is liberty, if the act of 
expelling helpless nuns from the coun- 
try is liberty, then surely Patrick 
Henry would rather death, and many 
others would follow in his path. It 
might have been more worthy of pres- 
ent day lovers of liberty to have re- 
spected them as women if not as nuns, 
but in the cry of their psuedo liberty 
they brought upon themselves the ever- 
lasting curse of any Christian and free 
nation. Whenever we hear of the Jews 
being driven from Russia the world 
seems to recoil with horror at such in- 
human treatment of human beings. But 
why is it that the nations dare not raise 
their voice, as it behooves them to do, 
against the barbaric treatment of the 
helpless in Portugal? We wonder why 
it is that Catholics at least have not 
protested? Why do we stand by and 



see our fellow-men so treated? Why 
is it that we, who should stand together 
through all, suffer this to go on with- 
out effective protest? There should be 
an appeal that would wake the sleeping 
spirit of justice, and a protest that 
would make the pillars of so-called lib- 

erty totter to the ground. But, con- 
trary to our expectations, the Christian 
world has not appealed nor has it pro- 
tested. Awed by a spirit of unnatural 
cowardice it has kept that righteous in- 
dignation down and suffered the ag- 
gression to proceed. 



One evening in June I was sitting on 
the porch reading the evening paper 
Avhen I was startled by something hit- 
ting me on the arm. I found that the 
missile was a little wooden box, and, 
my curiosity being aroused, I picked it 
up. I touched the catch, the lid flew 
open and I saw resting on a pad of rich 
velvet a little gold crescent. Naturally 
I was surprised and wondered who 
could have thrown it at me. It was the 
first time that gold had been thrown at 
me, in fact all the editors had refused 
to give me any for my various' works. 
I endeavored to find the owner, but no 
one answered my advertisement in 
the Morning Tribune. 

My name is William Craford and my 
pursuits are purely literary and I am 
by nature a very quiet man. This lit- 
tle incident, however, acted on my 
nerves, the more so since I had been 
accosted on the street a couple of hours 
back by a Turkish peddler who said : 
"Obey the warning of the Crescent." 
Before I had time to answer or ques- 
tion him he had disappeared in the 
crowd and I hunted him in vain. 

I had returned home, eaten dinner 
and was now seated comfortably in my 
study. I held the little crescent in my 
hand and idly turned it over and over, 
wondering what warning it had in store 
for me. Without the least snap it 
sprang open and the two halves lay in 
my open hand. Purely by accident I 
had touched a secret spring and whilst 
gazing curiously at the ornament I 
dimly made out some foreign charac- 
ters engraved in the gold. Putting on 
my coat, I left the house, hailed a pass- 
ing taxicab was soon on my way to old 
Rax's, who was called "the man of 
many languages." In ten minutes I 
reached his shop and on entering it 
could scarcely suppress a shiver as I 
glanced at the dirty, unkempt cases and 
shelves. A little, dried-up old man 
came shuffling up, rubbing his hands, 
and gazing intently at me. "What can 
I do for you, sir?" came in halting 
English from his thin lips. I took out 
the crescent, laid it in his hand, and 
asked him if he could translate the in- 
scription. He took it back of the coun- 
ter, gazed at it with a magnifying glass, 



and said: "Sure, sir, it is in the short 
code of my native language; this is 
what it says: "Present yourself in my 
presence before the end of August. 

"Who is Abdu-Kahn?" I asked. 

"You are professing ignorance, mas- 
ter; he is our ruler and you must go to 
him at once," said he, speaking in the 
language of the Bokans. Bokan is a 
little municipality in Turkey which still 
retained its ruler. Strange to say I 
had learned their language a few years 
before and I addressed him in it: "But 
I had nothing to do with your ruler." 
"You have; as the messenger of Abdu- 
Kahn makes no mistakes." Taking the 
crescent from him, I turned impatient- 
ly away, and re-entering the taxi went 
home. When I arrived at my dwelling 
I went to my study and, with a good 
cigar as a companion, thought over my 
predicament. After- ;.n hour or so I 
made up my mind to take a trip to Tur- 
key and see this thing through. I gave 
orders to my valet to pack all the 
clothes that would be necessary and I 
took care to mention fire-arms, as I 
thought that the trip might be a dan- 
gerous one. Next morning I took pas- 
sage on a steamer bound lor Constan- 
tinople. Two days after my departure 
I found a note under my plate when I 
went to dinner. It said: "Go to the 
city of Mukra, there you will find 
Abdu-Kahn." This did not astonish 
me very much, as I was becoming fa- 
miliar with such strange occurrences. 
In about two weeks we reached Con- 
stantinople and from there I went to 
Mukra by train. On arriving at the 
city I put up at one of the best hotels 

and took a much needed rest. 

Next day I decided to take the hotel 
manager into my confidence and I had 
him come up to my room. I opened the 
conversation by asking him if I could 
obtain an audience with his prince. He 
answered me with haughtiness: "Sir, 
he does not allow foreigners to visit 
him." I became a little haughty my- 
self, and, pulling out the crescent said: 
"Will this obtain what I wish?" Im- 
mediately his manner changed, and, 
bowing low, he addressed me in an 
eager tone: "Master, you are able to 
visit him any time you wish ; in fact, 
you are anxiously awaited." This was 
the second time that I had been called 
master, and I found it strange. "Take 
me to him at once, if it is possible," 
said I. "As you wish, sir; the carriage 
will be ready in a few minutes." With 
that he left the room. In fifteen min- 
utes he returned and announced that 
the royal carriage was waiting to con- 
vey me to the palace. Now, the palace 
was ten miles from the city, and as 
there was an insurrection of some 
party or other, I had an escort of twen- 
ty troopers. 

Before I left I stuck my Colt in my 
back pocket, never thinking that I 
would have cause to use it, but wishing 
to be on the safe side. I entered the 
carriage before the gaze of a curious 
crowd and was soon on my way to 

We had hardly travelled two miles 
when we were attacked by a passing 
band of rebels. Their aim was evident- 
ly at the carriage, because several bul- 
lets came crashing through. I decided 
that it was safer outside than in, and 



just as I was descending I felt a sharp 
sting in my left arm. This enraged me 
and rushing madly forward I joined in 
the fray. We had some hot fighting 
for a few minutes, but after four of the 
rebels' men had been killed they re- 
treated into the woods. 

I was indeed in a sad fix to present 
myself before the prince ; my clothing 
was torn, my left arm was bleeding and 
I had a cut over my right eye that made 
me feel dizzy. One of the troopers had 
been killed and a few others wounded, 
so we halted to bandage them up. I 
was soon bandaged in a rude fashion 
and Ave proceeded on our way. When 
we reached the palace gates the sun 
was just setting over a distant moun- 
tain and I wondered if I should ever 
see it again. 

However, I was quickly ushered into 
the royal drawing-room and was glanc- 
ing at the magnificent tapestries Avhen 
the prince entered. He was a tall, 
well-built man, muscular and good to 
look upon. 

He came forward with the words : 
"My son," but he stopped short and 
muttered: "There has been some mis- 

"Your Majesty," I said, approaching 
him, "here is the crescent that was 
thrown at me ; if it is a mistake it is 
not my fault, as I only obeyed the in- 
scription. Your troopers and I met 

with a party of rebels down the road 
and that is the cause of my dismal ap- 

"Sir," he answered, "I sent for my 
son, who is in America ; my messenger 
mistook you for him. You resemble 
him greatly, as he is about your height 
and build and he is a great deal fairer 
than I am. As I have caused you much 
trouble, you must consider yourself my 
guest during your stay in this coun- 

I accepted his kind invitation, and 
for two weeks lived in a royal palace. 
While there I learned a great deal of 
the manners and customs of the Bo- 
kans, which greatly assisted me in my 
literary pursuits. 

I am now in America, but will never 
forget that I was once mistaken for a 
royal personage. All this happened 
about two years ago, and yesterday I 
received a letter marked with the royal 
seal of Abdu-Kahn. 
Mr. William Craford, 

Leslie, South Carolina, U. S. A. 
Dear Sir : 

No doubt you will be surprised to 
hear that my son has been found after 
three years of searching. Enclosed you 
will find the gold crescent. Keep it as 
a memento of your trip and also to re- 






Say, you fellows have just about got 
my goat. You tell me that I must 
write something, that that something is 
to be printed under a picture of me 
with my number on it. I would do 
anything to oblige, but don't you think 
the magazine would be more of a suc- 
cess if I were to play off on a sore hand 
or one of those old gags? Thank you, 
so do I. 

But you tell me that I must make a 
try even if I spoil the whole show, and 
I suppose it is up to me. 

Gentle reader, do not proceed any 
further, for I have not an idea what 
I am going to write about, and unless 
there comes a heavenly inspiration, 
which I don't think likely, I assure you 
that you will spend a very useless space 
of time trying to make out what I 

You see I looked around for some 
nice subject, such as "Our Lake," 
"Sunset from the Piazza," etc., in 
which I could give full vent to my 
poetic passions, but I find that all these 
and like subjects have been barred 
from our paper, and so I will have to 
turn my thoughts into other channels ; 
a bit of my life history in which a few 
unpleasant facts must occur will be 
about the best I can do. Every one of 
us is very desirous of suppressing un- 
favorable truths when it comes to a 
show-down in the golden pages of his 
biography. But I am going to be frank, 
I was born in Bogalusa ; it is with a 
courageous and humble spirit that I 

mention this fact. I am not going to 
tell you where this beautifully titled 
city is situated or anything about it, but 
suffice it to say that it is one of those 
places which Moses or Noah would rec- 
ognize if they were to revisit us. The 
city itself bears a close resemblance to 
ye western town after circus day ; the 
streets are always covered with yellow 
bags, peanut shells, tobacco juice and 

You will want to know why I can 
give such a presumed description of 
towns after circus days, and by doing 
so you lead me into the discussion of 
another dark page in my life history. 
I have been with a circus ; have had the 
misfortune of being left over nights' in 
one or two places and I guess I ought 
to know how they look. Let me hasten 
to make a little explanation before you 
form a false opinion of my character. 
I don't mean that I was one of those 
whom the ladies call "awful-looking, 
half-clothed men," who do all the hust- 
ling and sleep \mder the animal cages 
at night. No ; I was doing a stunt in 
pink tights under the big canvas. I 
say stunt, but stunts would be more 
correct for my contract called me "gen- 
eral useful" during the big show, and I 
was liable to do most anything; from 
jumping over the elephants, or racing 
the pony, down to clown acting on the 

I like circus life and I like circus peo- 
ple ; they are just like one big family 
and not such a bad lot as people think. 



I was fool enough to imagine that the 
good-looking strong lady who balanced 
a piano on her feet in the side show was 
in love with me, but right here is where 
I got my bumps ; for the night before 
we had planned to wed her highness 
slipped her contract and eloped with 
the snake-eater; the manager is still 
looking for them. 

This is where my trouble began, for 
they tried to hold me to my contract 
and wanted me to take the snake-eat- 
er's place. I did not mind handling the 
snakes, but I just could not bear the 
thought of eating the dear things alive, 
and of being called "Bobo." So I 
made a get-away, to try my fortune 
along another line. Believe me, I have 
tried many ways and means of earning 
a livelihood, from jerking soda in Cana- 
da down to playing the traps at the 
Bijou in New Orleans, but have never 
just quite made good. My 'employment 
for the last few years has been "doing 
college," for I long since have realized 

that you have to be able to boast of a 
few letters behind your name before 
the world will recognize you either as a 
professional crook or anything else 
worth while. 

The fira is burning low, this pencil 
has lost its point, so has my head lost 
the least ghost of an idea which it 
never had, the press boys are calling 
for copy, I have labored long and writ- 
ten nothing. 

Bang! I realize that I have failed 
along another line ; there is no sweet 
smell of the printer's ink in my nos- 
trils. I guess I had better keep on "do- 
ing college," for I have been rather 
successful at this. If you should hap- 
pen to read this far in this insane, juicy 
jungle of nothing, and if you should 
happen to throw the paper from you in 
disgust, remember for my sake I warn- 
ed you in the beginning. 

It is a great satisfaction to be able 
to say "I told you so." 



It was an imposing residence on Fifth 
avenue where the only son of the late 
Col. Edward F. Dillon, the steel mag- 
nate, resided with his mother and sis- 
ter. Joseph Dillon was a young man 
of good character, barely out of his 
teens. They would have been a happy 
family had not Joe, soon after the 
death of father, fallen in with bad 
companions. At first he resisted all 

their efforts to persuade him that drink 
was the only pleasure of which he had 
as yet not tasted, he thought it would 
do no harm to drink to his success with 
his jolly companions. This was the be- 
ginning of his downfall, for as fate 
would have it, when Joe started drink- 
ing, that indomitable luck which he 
had formerly possessed now forsook 
him entirely, and he found himself 



daily getting deeper and deeper in 
debt. Seeing his creditors clamoring 
for the money he owed them, Joe de- 
termines to leave New York, in order to 
avoid the humiliation and disgrace 
which he would bring upon himself and 
family by being arrested. And now he 
has changed, by his disgraceful con- 
duct, his happy and cheerful home into 
one of misery. In the evening his sis- 
ter Helen often sits in the parlor and 
gazes wistfully from the window, await- 
ing the return of Joe, and hoping 
against hope for an early arrival of her 
brother, whom she loves even though 
he is disgraced. After dark her mother 
joins her, and together they wait for 
Joe to appear, but all in vain. As the 
clock strikes twelve, Mrs. Dillon slowly 
rises and ascends the stairs to retire, 
leaving Helen to await her brother's 
arrival. Slowly the long hours of the 
night pass one by one, and the first 
rays of approaching day find the weep- 
ing girl still gazing dreamingly into the 
street. Every now and then she listens, 
but only the ticking of the clock breaks 
the stillness of the morn. Suddenly the 
heavy fall of drunken feet upon the 
porch arouses her from her stupor, and 
opening the door, the half frightened 
sister helps her staggering brother to 
his room. 

One evening Joe came home early, 
and his' mother and sister wondered 
what change could have taken place, as 
it was so unusual for him to arrive at 
that time of day. After supper Joe 
called Helen and his mother into the 
parlor, and informed them of his inten- 
tion of leaving the city. In vain did 
they plead with him to stay, saying they 

would pay the debts he had contracted 
and that he could then start out anew, 
if only he would not leave them. But 
their pleadings were of no avail, for 
though he loved his mother and sister 
dearly, yet when he thought of the 
trifling life he had led. he knew that 
the only way he could control his pas- 
sion was to leave the city, for then he 
could not be influenced by his former 
bad associates. That evening he board- 
ed a train for Chicago, and arrived 
there the next day. The following 
morning he left his hotel in a gloomy 
mood and strolled aimlessly about the 
streets, wondering where he could find 
employment, for his funds were at a 
low ebb, and having no friends in the 
city, he was at a loss to knoAv where to 
turn for aid. 

AVhile thus walking along, occupied 
by his thoughts, his attention was ar- 
rested by a huge, gaudy billboard, an- 
nouncing the running of the famous 
Chicago Derby that afternoon at the 
Washington Park race track. When 
Joe had read the sign he determined to 
go out to the races, as they would serve 
as a distraction from the monotony of 
idleness. He accordingly boarded a car 
at Eighteenth street and was soon out 
at the park. 

His watch lacked half an hour of the 
time for the races to start, so, procuring 
a programme he strolled leisurely over 
to the paddock, where, with hundreds 
of others, he surveyed the thorough- 
breds gathered together from all parts 
of the country to run for the suprema- 
cy of their stables. Here were the 
horses that would win fortunes for 
some men and lose fortunes for others. 



He then made his way through the 
crowd and seated himself in the grand- 
stand, where he commanded a full view 
of the course. It was indeed a sight 
calculated to thrill the heart of any 
man, much less Joe, when he looked at 
that surging mass of humanity scatter- 
ed over the course, bedecked in all the 
splendor and fashions of the day, for 
this great event of the season. Every 
one seemed to be in a jolly mood and 
from the gay laughter of the crowd, 
one would imagine that this was indeed 
one day the crowd forgot they ever 
had a care in the world and gave them- 
selves up entirely to the pleasure of the 
moment. Out on the turf are gathered 
together the elite of society seated com- 
fortably fn their tally-hoes and automo- 
biles, chatting gaily with friends and 
anxiously waiting for the starting of 
the races. After surveying the crowd 
with a keen sense of interest, Joe 
crossed the track, and picking his way 
through the carriages and other ve- 
hicles, went to the farthest end of the 
course where he threw himself on the 
grass, and was soon lost in deep 
thought. He was suddenly aroused 
from his reverie, however, by the cry 
of ''Look! Look!" And raising him- 
self on his elbow he gazes in the direc- 
tion of the crowd. Far off in the sky 
he sees a mere speck which, as it ap- 
proaches, grows gradually larger, and 
as it slowly descends he realizes that it 
is an aeroplane. 

The human bird as it comes overhead 
veers to the right and circles the course, 
gradually nearing the ground, when, 
of a sudden it makes a graceful dive, 
and alights not far from where Joe was 

standing. He was the first to reach the 
machine and you can imagine his sur- 
prise when he saw a beautiful young 
lady step lightly from the aeroplane 
amid the thunderous applause of the 
crowd who had watched her daring 
feat. In jumping to the ground her 
dress had become entangled in the 
mechanism of the motor, and seeing her 
predicament Joe rushed to her aid and 
soon she was again free. Turning to 
Joe with a smile that made his heart 
quiver, she said in an anxious tone : 
"Has the Derby been run yet?" Joe 
replied in the negative, as he gazed into 
her soft, brown eyes, and turning was 
about to go, when he felt a soft touch 
upon his shoulder, and heard a sweet 
voice say imploringly: "Please don't 
go yet, because I want you tc do just 
one thing for me, that is if it is not too 
much trouble." Assuring her that he 
Avould do anything in the world that 
she desired, and he would, too, Joe 
waited her request. "Would you 
please be so kind as to take this note 
and carry out its instructions'?" "Cer- 
tainly," said Joe. as he placed the note 
in his pocket and stole a shy glance at 
her lovely profile. 

Thanking Joe for his kindness with 
a gracious smile and a flash of her 
beautiful eyes she disappeared in the 
crowd. Joe is so taken by surprise that 
for a moment he stands bewildered, 
then collecting his scattered wits he re- 
members the letter, and opening it he 
read: "Dear Bertha — "Will not be able 
to take you to the races this evening, 
as I had promised, as I have been called 
out of the city on important business. 
Enclosed you will find fifty dollars 



which I would like you to have placed 
on 'Wildfire' for me. If he wins the 
money is yours. Lovingly, Brother 
Carl." As soon as Joe had read the 
note he hurried to the betting ring and 
placed the money on Wildfire at odds 
of twenty to one. The gong is sounded 
and the horses are warming up. Sud- 
denly Wildfire, a beautiful black steed, 
comes prancing down the track with 
his jockey sitting confidently on his 
back. As the starter is lining them up, 
a death-like stillness sweeps over the 
crowd. The barrier flies up. There is 
a roar from the grand stand: "They're 
off!" The great race is on. Dixie 
Queen, the favorite, sets the pace with 
Mail Boy trailing closely, and Wildfire 
third. In this order they cover the 
mile, where Mail Boy tires and Wildfire 
moves up to second place. When they 
come into the stretch Wildfire moves 
up to the leader, and it is neck and neck 
for a hundred yards, then as they near 
the wire, Wildfire gives one mighty 
leap, and crosses the wire first by a 
nose. When Wildfire had crossed the 
wire winning the great race, Joe is 
overcome with joy and he wonders 
'what is the cause of his exultation ; for 
what difference did it make to him 
whether this horse had won or lost, 
since he had no money on the race, for 
at the time he did not know he would 
be benefited by it. Then he recalls the 
vision of the girl whom he had left just 
a few minutes ago, and he knew that 
this was the cause of his joy at the vic- 
tory of the horse. This brings back the 
recollections of his sister Helen who re- 
sembles so closely this strange girl who 
had so fascinated him with her frank 

entreaties. Then he thinks of his dear 
old mother, how good she had been to 
him, loving him tenderly even into 
manhood, and he had returned all this 
kindness by bringing sorrow to his 
family by disgracing himself and lead- 
ing a wretched life. When he remem- 
bers how his mother and sister had 
pleaded with him to lead a good life, a 
tear rolls down his handsome face, and 
like the true penitent, he resolves to sin 
no more. Arousing himself from these 
unpleasant recollections, he makes hi3 
way to the betting ring, presents his 
ticket, receives a thousand dollars, and, 
depositing the money in his pocket, hur- 
ries over to where the aeroplane was 
stationed. When he arrived at the 
place where he had last seen it, it is 
gone, and he gazed anxiously around 
the course, hoping that perhaps he 
might have been mistaken as to its lo- 
cation ; but it is nowhere to be seen. 
For a second Joe stood dumbfounded, 
then after a careful search of the 
grounds, and finding no trace of the 
missing girl, he elbowed his way 
through the crowd, passed on through 
one of the exits, jumped into a taxi, 
and was driven quickly into the city. 

"Where to?" said the driver as they 
neared the loop district. 

"City hall," replied Joe. When the 
machine pulled up at Dearborn and 
Clark streets he jumped out, dismissed 
the taxi and hurried into the office of 
the detective bureau. "What can I 
do for you?" said the clerk as Joe 
stepped up to the desk. Joe plainly 
stated the case, mentioning the bet, and 
minutely describing both the girl and 
the aeroplane. When he had finished 



giving the details of the ease, Joe told 
the chief of police that he wanted every 
effort made to discover the identity of 
the girl. "One minute," said the chief, 
as Joe started to leave. "Did you no- 
tice the license number on her ma- 
chine?" "No," said Joe, as he recalled 
that he had hardly noticed the aero- 
plane, as the girl had attracted all of 
his attention. With a nod to the chief, 
Joe left the office and went immediate- 
ly to his hotel, where on entering his 
room he threw himself on the bed, com- 
pletely fagged out by the exciting oc- 
currences of the day. 

Next morning much refreshed by a 
night's sleep, Joe ate a light breakfast 
and on leaving the hotel proceeded to 
the detective headquarters and inquired 
if any news had been heard concerning 
the identity of the mysterious girl. 
"No," said the chief, "you see. we have 
no clue to work on and the outlook 
isn't bright." 

After remaining in the city for over 
a week and hearing no new develop- 
ments in the case, Joe seeing the use- 
lessness of further delay and anxious 
to get home, determined to leave the 
city. Before going he requested the 
detective bureau to let him know in 
New York if they should discover the 
identity of the strange girl who had so 
mysteriously disappeared. He took the 
train for New York early the next 
morning and arrived there the follow- 
ing evening. 

His mother and sister welcomed him 
home and when he had related his 
eventful experiences and told of the 
effect that they had on him and of his 

resolution to lead a new life they shed 
tears of joy. 

Six months have now elapsed since 
Joe arrived home, and what a change 
has taken place. He has forsaken his 
former companions and given up his 
disgraceful vices. He has obtained a 
fine position with a fine salary and his 
mother and sister feel justly proud of 

One evening when Joe returned home 
from his work his sister informed him 
that a girl chum of hers in her college 
days was coming over from Chicago to 
pay her a visit. She requested Joe to 
accompany her to the train to meet her 
friend. Joe readily consented and the 
following evening we find them at the 
depot awaiting the arrival of the train. 
When the train had pulled into the 
station Helen scrutinized the faces of 
the crowd as they passed through the 
exits. Just then Helen caught sight of 
her friend and with a cry of joy ran 
to meet her. 

While the two girls were thus busily 
engaged greeting each other Joe was 
wondering where he had seen this girl 
before, as her face seemed strangely 
familiar to him. Then in an instant he 
recalled that this girl must be the one 
he had met in such a wondrous way 
during his visit in Chicago. Then he 
said to himself: "Could this really be 
the same girl whom I met and who so 
strangely befriended me?" As he was 
musing thus with himself he heard his 
name called and looking up saw his 
sister Helen beckoning to him. "Joe," 
said Helen as he approached them, "I 
had really forgotten that you were 



here, I am so shockingly absent-mind- 

"Bertha, this is my brother Joe." As 
they shook hands their eyes met and 
Joe noticed a slight flush pass over the 

girl's face. Observing her embarrass- 
ment he lowered his eyes, and seizing 
her suit-case he relieved her of the bur- 
den and all three boarded a passing 



By the heading of this sheet one 
might be led to suppose that I am about 
to unfold a hair-raising plot, woven 
about a roulette table in the wild 
and woolly west, concerning a 
dainty miss, a dashing youth and a 
bearded villain. But here is where you 
are going to be disappointed, or rather 
mistaken, for, not being an attache of 
the green cloth, I think it would be 
wise for me to abstain from doing any- 
thing so desperate. I merely wish to 
write a few lines, more for the sake of 
making a little noise than because I 
have anything in particular to say ; and 
as this sort of thing is about The Limit 
for any individual, more so for myself, 
I titled this noise accordingly. 

The fellows have always accused me 
of being a big wind, but perfectly in- 
capable of causing any great damage; 
and just this facts keeps me from say- 
ing anything in my line, for I want to 
shake off that reputation, or at least I 
do not wish to confirm it by trying to 
tell some big "I-don't-believe-you" 
story. So, for once in my life I am go- 

ing to surprise everybody by taking 
on a little sentiment. Listen to the fol- 
lowing and judge if I have overstepped 
your expectations; also bear in mind 
that all I have said heretofore is only a 
prologue, — the big show begins now. 

The night waxed, the moon waned — 
(no, don't count that; I -dm beginning 

The ceremony was over; the friends 
and relatives had already viewed the 
remains. Through streets lighted with 
myriads of effulgent bulbs the car- 
riages rolled, across parks and down 
avenues, finally arriving at the bride's 
home. The hymeneal feast over, the 
guests departed, last of all Bob Hamp- 
ton, the best man, who lingered over 
the final hand-clasp of his boyhood and 
college day friend, now a husband; but 
longer yet over the white hand of the 
blushing bride. After which Bob, in some 
manner, found his way to his bachelor 
quarters and stumbled half dazed into 
his den. Carelessly he threw dress suit 
on the sofa, silk hat on a chair, — then 
sighed. Going to his desk he drew 



forth from an aged leather ease a rose, 
withered and worn, together with a 
faded picture of a beautiful young girl. 
Again he sighed. 

His pipe lit, he sat down in an easy 
chair and, kissing tenderly the face 
that looked sweetly up at him from the 
card-board, he rested his head on his 
arm and sobbed, a sob that bespoke a 
heart broken with love but still filled 
with its sad memories. 

After some time Bob raised his head 
and holding the portrait in both hands 
gazed longingly, through tear-dimmed 
eyes, at the picture ; then choking back 
a lump in his throat the best man spoke 
appealingly to the image: "I never 
will be happy, Kate— after tonight. He 
was my best friend, — I know that he 

will be good to you. I had to give you 
up, — for him, but — how I did love you ! 
This was the only token you ever gave 
me, but now I have no right to it since 
you belong to another. Farewell, Kate, 
my only love, and farewell happiness." 
With these last words the best man 
reverently kissed the image. Then 
striking a match he touched the tiny 
flame to picture and flower, and hold- 
ing them from him he watched the 
progress of the flames. 

Well — is not this The Limit for a big, 
over-grown man to sit down and cry 
over a faded rose and a stained photo? 
If not I will start over and tell one 
that is ; but no, you would not stand 
for it ; so about the best I can do is to 
make a noise like a clam and shut up. 



First Voice: How silent, how cold, 
how lonely is the grave. Damp are its 
sides and chill the wintry wind that 
bows the giant oaks, laden with gleam- 
ing icicles, as though menacing the 
sleeper beneath the sod. 

Second Voice: How tranquil, how 
free from worldly woe and care is he 
who rests under the mossy marbles. 

First Voice: The blood-crested worm 
riots over his body and feeds on the 
flesh with a horrible relish ; the venom- 
ous serpent finds an abode in the tomb ; 
the loathsome toad sits blear-eyed on 
the skull. 

Second Voice: Does the blood-crest- 

ed worm disturb his repose ; does he 
feel the sting of the serpent ? The eyes 
of the toad may be but jewels in his 
eternal crown. 

First Voice: How terrible is the 
agony the departed one inflicts on those 
he leaves behind ! How their hearts 
break as the cold dirt falls on the cof- 
fin of one whom they have loved in 

Second Voice : Let all such appeal to 
God. He is the Great Healer. In the 
hour of their adversity, to Him and to 
Him alone, must they look for aid. 

First Voice : But how bare, how des- 
olate are the graves. Deep in the snows 



of winter, thick-strewn with the leaves 
of autumn, bare, desolate, cheerless, 
like some abandoned desert place. 

Second Voice: How bright, how 
beautiful, are the flower-carpeted 
graves when spring greets mother earth 
for the first time with warm embrace, 
and bids grim winter leave his frozen 
lair. How white and pure is the glim- 
mer of the marbles in the mellow moon- 
light and fuller glories of summer. 
Even in winter the howling winds that 
wreck the cloud-banked skies cannot 
disturb the repose of death. The graves 
are deep in drift of snow, aye, but 
"Where the snowf lakes fall thickest 
there's nothing can freeze." 

First Voice: No more shall "the 
cheery call of incense breathing morn" 
arouse the sleeper from his nightly 
couch; no more shall the chanticleer's 
shrill clarion apprise him that Aurora 
is about to throw back the purple cur- 
tains of the dawn ; no more shall he 
dwell in the warm precincts of life. 

Second Voice: Much warmer, much 
more cheerful is the eternal day of 

heaven. There is no morn, for night is 
unknown. Here weary mortals find a 
haven at last, where, sheltered from the 
storms that sweep the sea of life, they 
Avander at will through gardens water- 
ed by myriads of sparkling fountains, 
all the while basking in the sunshine of 
the Most High's glorious countenance. 

First Voice: The grave robs a man 
of all the power, all the renown of life. 
It leaves him but a mere stone, or at 
best, a short-lived memory in the minds 
of men. 

Second Voice : What is power, what 
is renown, when weighed against peace 
and freedom from care? All we lose in 
life may be gained in death ; all our ar- 
dent hopes, all our vain longings may 
be realized; all earthly troubles we 
leave behind. Thus should we look on 
death. Not in fear and trembling 
should we prepare to cross the great 
valley, but rather with hope and resig- 
nation, until in our hearts we exclaim 
in unison with the poet : 

"Oh! grave, where is thy victory; 

Oh! death, where is thy sting?" 


WM. H. KELLY. '11. 

Betty Quinn, a coy, fussy little dam- 
sel, the daughter of a wealthy banker, 
sat in her boudoir fretting, pouting and 
crying as if her little heart would 
break. She was dreadfully in love with 
Jack Mandeley, a big, handsome, good- 
natured boy of twenty years, liked by 
all for his good looks and sense of hu- 

mor, but extremely extravagant and 

Jack had been paying his attentions 
to Betty for a long while and not 
against the will of Mr. Quinn, who it 
might be said even favored the match. 
However, he (Mr. Quinn) had a dread- 
ful abhorrence of extravagance and 



useless expenditure and now that they 
wanted to get married he would not 
permit it because Jack was' penniless. 
Rather he would have them wait until 
the boy repented of his thriftlessness 
and began to save. 

Betty, on the contrary, impulsive lit- 
tle creature as she was, Avould not wait 
a minute ; so saying, since they were of 
age, it was no one's business but their 
own, they planned to elope." 

Finally the door bell tingled, and 
forgetting her grief she ran with flush- 
ed and eager face to meet — Jack. To- 
gether they occupied the Morris chair, 
and cautiously laid their plans, while 
the unsuspecting parents took a stroll. 

Jack, disguised as a burglar, was to 
come at eleven and they would be off 
on the midnight train, for he had al- 
ready confided the secret to his friends 
and secured the necessary funds for 
the honeymoon. 

At ten she retired to her room and 
got her things together (the contents 
of one well-packed suitcase was their 
luggage), then she sat down to wait. 

Her nerves all strung and tense with 
excitement, she watched the minutes 
drag slowly by; it seemed an age. 
Would he ever come? The clock 
chimed one, only half past. She turned 
out the light and tried to think of some- 
thing, but she could not. Another 
quarter of an hour passed and she 
heard the back door softly open : it was 
early yet, but it must be Jack; there 
could be no mistake. 

She saw the flash of his lantern and 
made her way towards it. Noiselessly 
she came upon him, ransacking her bu- .; 
reau drawer. It seemed a little for-j 

ward of him, but it was part of the play 
and she did not mind. His back was to 
her and her approach was unnoticed as 
she came up and grasped his hands. 
Surprise, fear, courage and control all 
struggled for mastery in him as she 
thrust the suit case in his free hand and 
whispered: "Come along." 

His face showed surprise beneath 
the dark mask he wore, but he saw that 
there was a game to be played and he 
must stick it out, so he reluctantly fol- 
lowed, while she, thinking his courage 
was sinking, whispered words of en- 

By and by when they were out of 
the house and there was no danger of 
being heard, they slowed their pace and 
breathed more freely ; but he dared not 
speak lest his voice betray him, and as 
he rather liked this new sensation he 
resolved to play it to the end. 

The true situation was only now 
dawning upon him, he realized that he 
was mistaken for some one else and 
that evidently that some one ' else was 
her lover, so he ventured to kiss her, 
and she, unsuspecting, submitted with- 
out a struggle. 

But now the crisis came, for coming 
down the road at breakneck speed was 
what seemed to be a mob of excited and 
aggravated citizens. "Come, Jack," 
gasped Betty, "we must hide." But 
when she turned to face Jack, Jack was 
nowhere to be found, for in fact he was 
not Jack Mandeley at all, but a real, 
sure enough robber, and since exper- 
ience had taught him that a good run 
was always better than a bad stand, he 
had speedily vacated the premises when 
he smelt trouble brewing. 



In a moment the whole Quinn family 
pounced upon our heroine and began, 
all at once, to demand an explanation ; 
whereupon Betty did the most befitting 
thing she could under the circum- 
stances, — she fainted. Then she was 
carried home, matters were explained 
and they all had a good laugh. 

Jack had come at the appointed time 
but finding Betty gone was at a loss 

what to do and in his search for her had 
disturbed the whole household. Then 
came the general hue and cry for the 

The parents, seeing the determination 
of the young couple, at last gave their 
consent and in a few days the friends 
of the concerned received invitations to 
"a quiet little wedding" at the home 
of Mr. and Mrs. Quinn. 


The same sun ray on Earth's fair face 
The hue of rose and lily paints; 

So tints God's grace the varied souls 
Of virgin and of martyr saints. 





All remittances, literary contributions and business letters should be addressed: THE SPRINGHILLIAN, Spring Hill, Alabama 








M. DIAZ, '12. 
J. BECKER, '12. 

Forward. — The boys came back look- 
ing healthy after the holidays, but the 
inarch down the lane was a little slow, 
owing to such music as: "The Dear Old 
Folks at Home;" not played by a brass 
band, but pretty well felt in every 
heart. It did look rather gloomy for a 
while; almost every fellow had a severe 
attack of "blues," occasioned by 
causes unknown ; but it was not long 
before some of the good old live chap- 
pies got to telling of their adventures 
and misadventures. Of course every 
boy tried to go one better, and the 
bidding was a little high when it came 
time for the Prince to speak. This 
worthy gentleman capped the climax 
with his "Forty-five dollar trip to 
Jackson," bringing forth a good old 
hearty "hee haw." Besides it is not 
natural for young America to sit 

around and look sad, so in a very short 
while the "blues" vanished like mist 
over a river, and every mother's son 
resolved to face the sad music of class 
and study with a bold front and be hap- 
py. This was no ordinary New Year's 
resolve, for three months have now 
gone by and Old Spring Hill has never 
before held such a happy, contented 
and thrifty lot of boys. 

Retreat. — A few days after our re- 
turning, the Rev. Father E. A. Cum- 
mings, S. J., of New Orleans, held a re- 
treat of three days for the benefit of 
the boys, and be it said to our credit 
there was hardly one boy but did make 
the retreat, and make it in such a way 
that it will show up in big letters on 
the right side of the book when it comes 
time for eternal settlement. Very 



deep interest was taken in the instruc- 
tions of Father Cummings, every word 
was so practical and well put that it 
seemed just to hit the proper spot. At 
Spring Hill this good man will always 
find a warm welcome, and we hope that 
he will honor us many times with his 
presence in the future. 

Exams. — The half-yearly exams, 
though not looked forward to with 
much anticipation of delight on the 
part of the drones, came off as usual, 
and the result was indeed brilliant, for 
there were very, very few who did not 
make the rise. 

A Convenient Distance. — A very in- 
teresting little comedy: "A Convenient 
Distance," was given by the members 
of The Yenni Literary Circle during 
the half-session exercises. The stage 
setting was very effective, while the 
action of the play did not lag one min- 
ute. Praise can only be given justly by 
saying that each actor, in his particular 
role, was a star. 

New Orleans vs. Spring Hill. — On 
February 22nd our cousins from the 
Jesuits' College of the Crescent City, 
came over to meet Spring Hill in a de- 
bate. The question discussed was : 
"Resolved, That Life Imprisonment 
(no Power of Pardon by Executive) 
Should be Substituted for Capital Pun- 
ishment." Messrs. Bonomo and Miller 
defended the affirmative for New Or- 
leans, while Messrs. Becker and Diaz 
represented Spring Hill by upholding 
the negative. The debate throughout 
was hotly fought on all sides, and every 

view of the question was thoroughly 
examined. The contest lasted for two 
hours, when the judges consulted for 
some time, and then came forward to 
announce the glad tidings of victory 
for Spring Hill. Along with the debat- 
ing team came the entire membership 
of the Thespian Society of the Jesuits' 
College, New Orleans, to whom we are 
indebted for a very interesting little 
sketch, "The Clue by the Cuff," which 
they presented on our stage that night. 

Meet. — A general athletic meet, in- 
cluding every manner of out-door and 
indoor sport, was held for the exclusive 
benefit of the First Division Boys. On 
Feb. 22nd the meet closed, when the 
following boys standing highest in the 
number of points received handsome 
prizes : Ducote, Bauer, J. Cassidy, An- 
drepont, H. Kelly, Orsi, Pertuit, Hen- 
derson, Holland, Adoue, Mayer, 
d'Aquin, Eastin, Ball, Druhan. 

Pil * < 

Parade. — To celebrate the bi-centen- 
nial of the foundation of Mobile the 
city was gaily bedecked on Sunday, 
Feb. 25th ; the citizens, formed in bands 
representing the different parishes, 
paraded the streets of the city and end- 
ed at the Cathedral, where Cardinal 
Gibbons, Mobile's guest of honor on 
this occasion, gave to all the Benedic- 
tion. The same evening. His Eminence 
the Cardinal paid us a brief visit; we 
were especially pleased to have so dis- 
tinguished a personage as our guest, 
and feel proud to know that one so 
high should take an interest in us hum- 
ble workers. The entire student body 
of Spring Hill took part in the parade. 



Special mention is due the united First 
and Second Division Bands for the se- 
lection of beautifully rendered marches 
which they played during the parade. 

Minstrel. — A good round hour of fun 
and amusement was afforded the boys 
on Feb. 26th, when Mr. Bauer intro- 
duced his well trained troupe of Dusky 
Darkies, giving us a good, old-time 
minstrel show. Many local and uni- 
versal jokes, some of rather ancient yet 
honorable birth, caused more than once 
an outbreak of side-splitting laughter. 
The musical numbers were very well 
given, especially the song and dance by 
"Mules," "Dixie Queen," and "Lily 
of the Alley." Among the most promi- 
nent song hits were "Winter," "Kel- 
ley's Gone to Kingdom Come," 
"Ohio." "Ogalalla." "I'd Love to Live 
in Loveland," "Dinah," "Down Where 
de Watermellons Grow," and several 
others, too numerous to mention. 

U. S. S. Birmingham. — The sailors 
from the battleship Birmingham, 
though not as sure-footed as they might 
be on good old solid earth, were a jolly 
lot of fellows and played a rather fast 
game of ball. But our boys proved too 
much for them as the neat little sum of 
fourteen runs to our credit testifies. 

Jack O'Brien, the famed pugilist, 
now on the vaudeville circuit, was out 
for a few hours to look over the 
grounds some weeks past. He gave the 
boys a few lessons in the gentle art of 
boxing, as well as a short lecture on 

March 17th. — Every son of Erin's 
sod rose early on the morning of March 

17th with a smile on his face and a 
piece of green in his button hole. After 
a grand parade and the singing of the 
old-time songs, each member of the 
Irish Club was called upon for a speech, 
toast, song or dance ; there was not a 
man but made an effort to respond, and 
although some went no farther than an 
effort and a few stammered words, still 
even these did not fail to bring forth a 
loud outburst of applause from the 
lusty lungs of St. Patrick's Sons. 

St. Joseph's Day. — The anniversary 
of our patron saint was celebrated in 
the manner peculiar to Spring Hill on 
such an occasion. In the morning we 
attended High Mass, during which the 
singing by the choir was very effective; 
the solos of Black, Pardue and Ball 
were especially calculated to carry out 
the solemnity of this grand day. Since 
it so happened that St. Joseph's fell 
this year on a Sunday, the following 
Tuesday was ordained rec. day by our 
good President. 

Chicago Cubs.— On the 21st of March 
we had with us a squad of the Chicago 
big leaguers ; we did not expect to do 
wonders against such monsters as Old 
King Cole, Mclntyre and Pfiester, but 
we did have a good time trying to stop 
their run-grabbing, finally succeeding 
in holding them to a score of 14-3. 

The Seismograph. — The Mobile Reg- 
ister wrote up the seismograph as be- 
low : 

The seismograph at Spring Hill Col- 
lege — and its faithful watcher, Father 
Ruhlmann, sprang into a measure of 
fame all their own last Tuesday night. 



Not so much because this particular 
seismograph recorded the earthquake 
reported on Friday — other seismo- 
graphs did that — but because this par 
ticular one did what Father Ruhlmann 
said it would do. To make it short 
Father Ruhlmann predicted an earth- 
quake, and it came as forecasted. 

And because Father Ruhlmann, 
through his knowledge of quake habits 
was expecting this one, he carried off 
the honors of being the first observei 
in the world to report the disturbance 
that shook up far-off Turkestan and 
destroyed many towns and cities and 
brought death to hundreds of persons. 
The father at Spring Hill College 
scored a "news beat" when he called 
up the Register office early Tuesday 
night and asked if an earthquake had 
been reported anywhere. None had. 
Father Ruhlmann said there had been 
one, and that it must have been a ter- 
rific one, for his seismograph had cut 
up the most pronounced capers that it 
had ever recorded. 

First News On the Wire. 

The report was immediately put on 
the Associated Press wires and the 
news went broadcast. An hour or so 
later, and all through the hours of the 
night, the wires brought back other 
messages. They came from New Or- 
leans, they came from Washington, 
from Greenwich in England, from 
Paris, from Berlin, and finally from St. 
Petersburg. All were just echoes of 
the report that Father Ruhlmann was 
the first to make — an earthquake some- 
where, and a terrific one, for the 
needles of the world-wide seismographs 

had wobbled as they had not done in 
years before. 

It was shortly after 5 o'clock Tues- 
day when the Spring Hill seismograph 
said there had been an earthquake. It 
was after 10 by the clock in Paris ; in 
the capital of the czar the bell in the 
great Greek cathedral had tolled the 
hour of 1. But all the seismographs 
had trembled in unison. It was only 
the difference in recording time, except 
perhaps for the fractions that it might 
have taken the waves to radiate from 
the centre of the disturbance in Turke- 

Father Ruhlmann said the shock was 
probably 4,500 miles away. He missed 
his calculations a few thousand miles, 
but this estimating of distance is a 
thing the scientists have not put down 
to a fine point yet. One of these days, 
when the needle wavers the observer 
will look at it, then put his finger on a 
spot on the map and say: "There's 
where she's hit hardest." 

Why He Knew It Was Coming. 

The prediction that the earthquake 
was coming was based on minor antics 
that the needle had been performing 
for several days. The old earth indi- 
cated that she was uneasy. Then Tues- 
day afternoon there came a quiet spell ; 
the forces were preparing for a mighty 
effort. The Spring Hill College seis- 
mograph needle steadied itself on its 
one peg that rests on a solid concrete 
pillar sunk seven feet into the red earth 
of Spring Hill and waited. Father 
Ruhlmann also waited ; he had predict- 
ed that something was doing in the 
earthquake line and he wondered if it 

4 8 


was to be only a fizzle. Then the needle 
made the marks on the record seen in 
the accompanying picture, just like 
some one trying to draw a straight line 
when he is riding on one of those street 
cars that came ambling down the hill 
toward Mobile. Father Ruhlmann has 
been vindicated as a predicter. 

Meagre reports that came from Turk- 
estan, in Eussian Asia, indicate that 
the earthquake was one of the heaviest 
ever recorded, much heavier probably 
than that which two years before al- 
most to a day laid waste Messina in 
Italy. That the property damage and 
loss of life is not greater, if such be 
proven, is because the territory affect- 
ed is not so populous. Turkestan is a 
region of vast plains, sparsely settled, 
though there are some considerable 
towns and cities with unpronounceable 
names in the district. 

Wonderful But Simple. 

The seismograph, a wonderful, but 
yet simple invention, is placed in the 
College buildings, just through the par- 
tition from the big telescope that 
reaches out into the heavens and takes 
note of the happenings among the stars, 
while its neighbor is doing sentinel 
duty all over and all through the earth. 

So delicately is it adjusted that 
Father Ruhlmann says a wagon can not 
pass the college buildings without a 
record being made of the tremor ; in 
fact the needle is always trembling, but 
its watchers soon learn to distinguish 
between a surface tremor and one that 
comes from out of the bowels of the 
earth ; there is something unmistakable 

about an earthquake that even the 
novice can feel and fear. 

By an adjustment of recording in- 
struments the seismograph not only 
shows the ■ severity of the earth dis- 
turbance marked and the approximate 
distance through the motion of the 
needle, but it shows the time and the 
duration of each separate shock or 
series of shocks. 

An inverted pendulum with many 
curious attachments is the chief actor 
among the mixture of wheels, levers, 
weights, wires, magnets, etc. This pen- 
dulum stands on its head and tips 
slightly every time the earth gives a 
jump and makes it lose its equilibrium. 
Its harness pulls the wires and levers, 
which in turn pull a pen and the exact 
jump of old terra firma is recorded. 

The principle of the seismograph is 
so simple ; but when you see all the 
wonderful parts that scientists have 
perfected in making it practical, you 
open your eyes in wonder. 

This machine is one of sixteen instru- 
ments that have been installed in Jesuit 
Colleges in the United States. They 
were made in Germany and cost $400 
each. Every time a disturbance takes 
place these colleges exchange records. 

Lecture on Macbeth. — We clip the 
following from the New Orleans Times- 
Democrat : 

"Macbeth," Shakespeare's tragedy 
of murder and gloom, was analyzed as 
never before in this city in a magnifi- 
cent lecture by Rev. E. C. de la Morin- 
iere, S. J., of Spring Hill College, in the 
Alumni Hall of the Jesuit College last 
night, and Father de la Moriniere for 



two hours and fifteen minutes held the 
audience that taxed the hall to its ca- 
pacity under the spell of his wonderful 
voice and the power of his descrip- 

Father de la Moriniere is a recog- 
nized authority on Shakespeare, and a 
student who seems to understand and 
appreciate the master's works with a 
thoroughness attained by few. He takes 
the play he is discussing from its every 
aspect, and gets down into the psychol- 
ogy of the thing, showing with rare in- 
geniousness the actual workings of the 
mind of the principal character, and 
revealing hidden motives that prompt 
him to deeds of blood and crime. 

Father de la Moriniere was intro- 
duced in a neat little speech by Mr. Gus 
Llambias, secretary of the Jesuit Alum- 
ni Association, and, as the distinguish- 
ed scholar is a frequent visitor to New 
Orleans, and has many friends and ad- 
mirers here, he was greeted with en- 
thusiastic applause. 

Father de la Moriniere analyzes a 
character as a chemist might analyze 
some compound ; he draws the exterior 
picture of the man, and then goes into 
his very soul to lay bare motives, and 
from the very outset last night he 
gripped his auditors firmly, and held 
them through the two hours by the very 
completeness of his descriptions. But 
one of his rare charms is his voice ; it is 
a voice that thrills while it sooths, a 
voice combining richness and the power 
to express human motions, and his 
readings of some of the lines from the 
immortal tragedy were so forceful and 
full of a natural fire that the audience 
almost forgot the bare stage, and 

fancied that the gloomy chambers of 
Dunsinane Castle and the wild and 
rugged reaches of Scottish moors were 
comprehended in its vision. 

Father de la Moriniere said that each 
of Shakespeare's tragedies had a spe- 
cial atmosphere of its own, and that the 
atmosphere of Macbeth was murky and 
black, and colored with blood. Shake- 
speare had seen the story, it would 
seem, through a sanguine mist. The 
speaker went on that in the play two 
great and terrible figures stand out, 
dwarfing all the other characters, and 
these figures were Macbeth and Lady 
Macbeth. They inspire one with more 
awe than any other of Shakespeare's 
tragic heroes. Father de la Moriniere 
took the play act by act, and sketched 
through each scene, describing the 
characters as they appear, and speak- 
ing the lines from each part. He paint- 
ed the wonderful versatility of Shake- 
speare in being able to furnish the 
witches with a language that so suited 
their horrible calling, and contrasted 
the character of the weird sisters with 
that of Macbeth and others in the play. 

The speaker did not take the view of 
Macbeth 's character that some students' 
take, that he was a good man led astray 
by a wicked, ambitious woman, but he 
held that he was always bad at heart, 
had been tampering with treason long 
before the action of the play begins, 
and had even revealed to his wife a 
hideous plot to murder King Duncan 
ami obtain the crown himself. The 
start Macbeth makes when the witches 
salute him as king to be, Father de la 
Moriniere said, removes a load of blame 
from Lady Macbeth 's shoulders, which 



had about as much guilt as they could 
bear, even without that blame. Father 
de la Moriniere summed Macbeth up 
briefly as being the most bloody-mind- 
ed and hypocritical villain that Shake- 
speare gave to the stage, and in him the 
liar was on a par with the murderer. 

Father de la Moriniere 's description 
of the murder of Duncan, and the 
ghostly visitors that came to Macbeth, 
bad a touch of the horrible to it, so 
faithful to the awful theme was the suc- 
cession of terrible pictures conjured up 
by his words. He gave, with much 
dramatic force, the soliloquy of Mac- 
beth when he crosses the castle yard on 
his way to murder the aged king, and 
spoke of Lady Macbeth 's action as de- 
liberate self-damnation, not merely 
fiendish, but palpably fiend-like. "The 
woman who could do such things," he 
said, "should have the lurid halo of the 
damned about her brow." While Mac- 
beth was a worse villain even than his 
wife, he lacked her mettle and courage, 

and the woman had to urge him to do 
the deed that he had planned, yet fear- 
ed to do, because of the chance of fail- 

Father de la Moriniere carried his 
audience through the five acts of the 
play to the dark finish, where Mac- 
beth is slain on the battlefield by Mac- 
duff, and he summed up the lesson 
taught in the play. He said that had 
Lady Macbeth 's enthusiasm and firm- 
ness been balanced by religion, she 
might have accomplished great things 
in the cause of good. She was, how- 
ever, a woman with no remorse, and 
her death was not due to sorrw for her 
crimes, but came as the result of her 
iron will breaking under the terrible 
strain put upon it. 

During the evening music was fur- 
nished by the Jesuit Alumni Band. 
One of the features of the lecture was 
the sleeping-walking scene, rendered 
with tragic effect by Father de la Mori- 


J. T. BECKER, '12. 
M. 11. DIAZ, '12. 

Well, here we are again ! Not two 
weeks ago we opened our "Editors' 
Office" door to let the air get in, — and 
also to let people get in. When we ad- 
vanced twenty reporters were there to 
interview us. "Spiking has sprung," 
said one. Truly Spring had sprung 
upon us unexpectedly. 

Now that Ave are satisfied that we 
have got an attack of spring fever, we 
say to ourselves, "let us shake hands 
with each other's watch hands and get 
to work." (Don't choke.) Yet others 
have been working upon our good-will 
to put our photographs in the columns 
of this Quarterly Review. But never 
fear, we are not going to do so. 



Many people believe that the editor's 
chair is one of leisure and luxury. Many 
a time and oft we have left the office 
with no shirts, torn collars, and other 
pieces of wearing apparel entirely miss- 
ing. Why? Because some subscribers 
are never satisfied until they see us or 
rather touch us personally. 

Oh ! The troubles of the editors ; but 
we are satisfied because we make the 
world better for our living. 

(Another one of those things) 
"Speedy," the private detective, from 
Scotland Yard has arrived "in our 
midst." Lately we have missed many 
a bottle of ink, and such valuable 
things. So we telegraphed to Speedy 
that he might appear to unravel the 
lnystery. Truly this Speedy is a 
speedy man ; in four days the mystery 
was cleared up. It happens that the 
"Petit Pierrot," alias "Prince of Eng- 
land," alias "John the Bold," has ac- 
quired a taste for our perfumed ink; 
and Mr. Speedy explained the phenome- 
non by stating that "Petit Pierrot" 
walked in his sleep ; in other words was 
an astronomy enthusiast, and could not 
see the stars unless his inside were 
black; hence the mania for ink. But 
why did he use our ink? Wby did he 
not use the "Little Man's" ink? 

We were working furiously one night 
upon a political case when a distracted 
reported rushed into our office, gestic- 
ulating wildly, with no signs of locomo- 
tor ataxia. "Another fight at Reno!" 
he shouted. 

But we, with a gesture if imperious 
command, bade the reporter be still. 

"But they lost, they lost," he con- 
tinued shouting, "They were nervous; 

they lacked time. One held out for 
thirty-two rounds; but even then didn't 
win out." We had to call in the inevi- 
table "first aid;" and after he had 
been soaked in "spring" water, he 
literally "sprung" the fads of the 
case, which are as follows : An astro- 
physical bout took place at Reno Scien- 
tific Klub, wherein the frequenters of 
the club, on account of nervousness, 
were downed by one man. 

We have to thank personally Lord 
Whatshisname and Baron Dryasdust, to- 
gether with Lady Clam end Baroness 
Gobble for their invitation to a ban- 
quet given on Mardi Gras day in our 
honor. Of course, Mobile having com- 
pleted her two hundredth birthday it 
was our honor to tickle her chin by 
riding in our big Mercedes (imported 
from Whistler) on Government street. 
There was a parade, too, but we will 
not describe it — we leave it to the In- 
ternational Trumpet Review. We quote 
from the aforesaid paper of the 29th of 
February : 

Gigantic Celebration in Mobile! 

Springhillian Editors View Parade on 

Their $15,000 Imported (from) 

Whistler) Mercedes. 

"The world-famed editors of the 
Sprrng-billian viewed the gigantic pa- 
rade which encircled Mobile as the 
Springhillian circles Dixie, on their au- 
tomobile. Foremost of the editors 
shone resplendent in their robes of state 
the illustrious countenances of Mr. 
Becker and Mr. Diaz, the two writers 
of international reputation, etc., etc , 

We hesitate to quote the rest because 
we do not like to see our names in 



print ; because the honor bestowed up- 
on our weak shoulders is too heavy ; 
moreover we detest flattery. 

At the banquet Lord Whatshisname 
stood up and said in his speech : 

"We could not glorify enough our 
two illustrious visitors ; if we had twen- 
ty thousand tongues with which to 
praise the two, we would still need 
more to duly honor them, etc., etc." 

The readers may wonder why we 
have put "etc., etc., etc.," so often. 
But again we beg to remind the reader 
that we care not for praise. 

Two young ladies saw us the other 
day (for we always walk together), and 
we overheard one say, "Oh, Madge 
(pretty name that) look at the Editors. 
Aren't they just cute." One wouldn't 
believe what they said of us ; but wait 
— wait till we put our picture in the — 
no, NO, a thousand pardons, dear read- 
er; a man just came up and said that 
if our faces over appeared in the pages 
of this paper he would call in the 

That was enough, — a fine cigar, a 
drink of MacGregor's sparkle, and a 
kind, ironic good-bye, and we saw the 
last of the "knockous" strangers. But 
such incidents are of daily occurrence, 
and we get so that Ave do not mind such 
a siege of righteous indignation. 

Not long ago Jack O'Brien, the erst- 
Avhile pugilist, paid us a flying visit. 
Flying, because he made everybody fly 
at his approach, and because he him- 
self flew back to town after an hour's 
talk. We were searching for visitors 
with our telescope with a special mi- 
croscopic attachment when we spied 
Mr. O'Brien, Instantly we dispatched 

our special reporter to interview him. 
The spectators of the interview told us 
what happened. It seems that our re- 
porter wanted to measure Mr. 
O'Brien's biceps; absent-mindedly the 
pugilist let his arm drop, and our re- 
porter has not returned since. We are 
preparing to send a bunch of pine burrs 
to the interviewer, expressing our sen- 

The Chicago Cubs paid us a visit late- 
ly, an aviatorial visit. Again we sent 
a score of interviewers and caricatur- 
ists. One of our quidnuncs meekly 
approached "King" Cole, and touched 
him on the arm. With a furious ges- 
ture the angered monster turned on our 
reporter, and spat. Spat what? We 
dare not say. Enough ! The reporter 
was picked up half drowned and car- 
ried away from the field of slaughter. 
Mr. Pfeister is very kind. He gave us 
a few words. "I will pitch, yes, I will 
• pitch," he said. "AVhere?" we asked. 
But the game was over and we rushed 
to our office. 

It was a cold, gusty, summer night in 
the month of April. The windows were 
full of panes (some stale) and the side- 
Avalks began to heave (not a case of 
Red Raven Splits) wdien stealthily we 
locked our office and, Avrapped in our 
fur overcoat, stepped out into the frosty 
air. We Avere journeying to the club, 
when suddenly we heard a midnight 
murmur issuing from a dark, dangerous 
alley. Sneaking over Ave strained our 
ears in an attempt to catch the words. 
Slowly and sadly Ave laid ourselves 
doAA-n so as to avoid detection, thinking 
of making a scoop on some gigantic 
(nice word that) murder case. We had 



already strained our ears in an attempt 
to catch some words, so all we could do 
was to ereep silently over and strain 
them some more. As we did so we 
heard the following conversation : 

"How are you on epigrams?" The 
voice we recognized as the one stolen 
from some great singer, but now in pos- 
session of John the Janitor. 

"Never rode one, been on mules," 
answered a deep, cadaverous voice that 
filled the, — ■ well, we did not think it 
would be to the interest of the paper to 
find out who the owner of the voice 
was. Suffice it to say tkat surely no 
one will ever attempt to steal that 
voice. But that is not the first time 
that we were deceived. In fact we have 
been deceived so often that John the 
Janitor has begun to write a novel 
called "Editor's Deluded Delusions, or 
Love's Labor Lost." 

We do not think that it would be just 
the proper thing for us to omit in these 
columns an account of the grand and 
glorious fight we put up with that Mon- 
ter (we will not mention his name) who 
called at our office several days ago 
for "satisfaction" in regard to a cer- 
tain article in which the Monster's 
name was freely used. Although we 
by no means believe in fighting when 
there is room to run, still in this case 
we were hemmed up in our narrow of- 
fice, in which there is hardly room to 
take off a coat without strangling the 
wall paper ; consequently were unable 
to make use of our good legs which 
have lately been in training for the sea- 
son. It is the best fight we had ever 
had; sometimes we were on the bottom 
and sometimes he was on top. (This is 
not that old joke; it really happened). 
But looking at the whole fight from a 
theoretical standpoint we think that 

the victory is virtually ours. It was 
several days, however, before we were 
able to send out this message to the 
world: "We have met the enemy and 
they are ours." After which, congrat- 
ulations poured in from all quarters of 
the globe upon our bandaged but noble 
heads. The police force of Bocachita 
called to give us their tuberoses and 
condolences ; he sure is a fine man, that 
police force. 

As we are writing I lie printer rushes 
in and bids us hurry ; if it were not that 
it is necessary for our paper to come 
out, we would write longer, but time 
waits for no man and editors are hu- 

Spring, then has come, warbling 
birds, and poets and all that ; but we 
never have time to view the beautiful 
sky. The other day Leo the Red 
brought us a picture of Spring; John 
the Janitor got so delighted with it 
that he composed a poem on the pic- 
ture. Here it is : 

"Oft in Springtime we get pensive 
When the flowers bloom ; 

But the dust gets reprehensive — 
(Jimmy get the broom.) 

"Spring indeed is worth the money, 

Not indeed our time; 
Poets, girls, and boys get funny — 

(Cannot find a rhyme.) 

"Yet I bid the springtime readers 

Happy Easter Day, 
Let the poets be the leaders. — 

(But not around our way.)" 

More poetry by John the Janitor in 
the next number. Watch out for the 
great serial novel: "The Flight to 
Saturn; or The Stolen Satellites, by 
Sidereal Day. 





In General. — Well, Christmas has 
come and gone. Too soon by far 
for most of us. The noisy glam- 
our of holiday life sped by, and 
we found ourselves back at Old 
Spring Hill, ready to resume, with the 
best grace possible, our studies for the 
half-session exams. They, too, are 
gone, and Spring, bright, glorious, coy 
Spring, has superseded Winter. From 
crimson morn to golden-hued evening, 
the songsters carol their unceasing 
roundelays, the woods are bright with 
apple and dog-wood blossoms, and, 
withal, the world is so fair and beauti- 
ful that it is hard. for one to feel dis- 
satisfied with one's lot. How's that? 

**«$;*<*» #* *" { 

About the Yard. — Baseball is once 
more the king-pin. It is an animated 
scene indeed that presents itself to the 
eye as one views the "Little Yard." 
The crack of the bat is almost incessant, 
and the air is literally full of balls. As 
for the ground, it is covered entirely 
with ball-players, from the lordly first 
leaguers, to the diminutive youngsters, 
holding forth under the name of fifth 
league. There is much talk of organ- 
izing hand-ball leagues, and it is to be 
hoped the project will be a success. 

beautiful and artistic pin has been 
chosen as the society emblem. The 
Circle's colors are blue and white. De- 
bates are held every two weeks, and 
much interest is manifested in them. 

The Junior Sodality. — The same fer- 
vor as of old is manifested by the 
Sodalists in paying honor to the Blessed 
Virgin. Regular weekly meetings are 
held in the little Sodality chapel every 
Saturday morning. The annual picnic 
took place early in February, a very 
enjoyable day being spent on Dog 
River. Rev. Fr. McLaughlin, S. J., has 
charge of the Sodality, and is "assisted 
by Mr. H. Donlan, S. J. The number 
of Sodalists has grown from about ten 
at the beginning of the year to upwards 
of forty at present. The officers are : 
Ernest J. Herbert, President ; Francis 
A. Meyer, First Assistant ; Clarence N. 
Tonart, Second Assistant; Joseph P. 
Newsham, Secretary ; Edwin L. Meyer 
and T. Yeend Potter, Sacristans. 

Junior Library. — In spite of the 
bright spring weather the library still 
claims its quota from the student body. 
The books are mostly of a nature suited 
to benefit the moral and intellectual 
character of the members. 

"The Yenni Literary Circle."— The 
Junior Academy has recently changed 
its name to that of "The Yenni Liter- 
ary Circle." The name was changed 
at the suggestion of Rev. Fr. Stritch, 
the director of the society. A very 

The Gymnasium. — The usual interest 
is displayed in gym. work, and it is one 
of the favorite holiday resorts. Obliga- 
tory gym. practice is held ever Tuesday 
and Friday evening, under the able su- 
pervision of Mr. Tinsman of Mobile. 



So interesting does he make the work 
that the time passes all too quickly for 

Altar Boys' Association. — Under the 
excellent care of Mr. H. Donlan, S. J., 
great progress has been made on the 
road to perfection by the members of 
the Altar Boys' Association. A number 
of them are detailed for Holy Com- 
munion each morning, and the manner 
in which they serve Mass is very edify- 
ing to the spectator. The new officers 
elected at the half-session are: D. E. 

Braud, President; E. -J. Herbert, Secre- 
tary, and W. E. Barker, Censor. 

Billiard Room Association. — The Bil- 
liard Room still receives a liberal pa- 
tronage, though but few new members 
are reported. 

Junior Band. — The band received 
compliments galore for the excellence 
of the music furnished at the Bi-Cen- 
tennial celebration of the foundation of 
Mobile. Regular practice is held twice 
a week from one to one-thirty under 
the direction of Prof. A. J. Suffich. 


JOHN B. RIVES, '13. 

Many events of interest have happen- 
ed on the Second Division athletic field 
since the dawn of the New Year. Bas- 
ket ball leagues, five in number, had 
been organized before Christmas vaca- 
tion. Twenty games had been scheduled 
and we had only played a fourth of that 
number before going home for the holi- 
days. So on our return we plunged in- 
to the series in real earnest. Old Sol 
was sending down some warm rays 
about the middle of January; but the 
vision of beautiful pennants fluttering 
gracefully in the breeze, the destined 
prize for the winners cheered us on. 
And we played the series to the end. 
Pennants for the victors is a welcome 
change, welcome for the victorious 
ones, — as for the losers they did not 
seem to take much interest when the 
prizes were given out. The first league 
played some excellent games. Captain 

Potter and Captain Braud put up a 
spirited fight, and up to the very end 
the outcome was dubious. The series 
ended with Captain Potter's team two 
games to the good. While the first 
league was battling with might and 
main, "Shorty" Martel's voice could 
be heard encouraging his lusty lads to 
victory over Chappuis' crew. 

Celestin yielded the laurels to Mur- 
ray's team in the third league. But we 
had not finished yet. Capt. Pertuit had 
led his team through the scheduled 
number of games and was quietly 
awaiting his trophy with DeBonneval 
at his side, for the Captains of the losing 
sides came in for a share in the victors' 
spoils. The noise of whizzing baseballs 
and the crack of bats was already heard 
when Capt. Walmsley finished up his 
games leaving Capt. Nail's men far in 
the rear : 



Line-up of First League — Potter 
(captain), Lawless, Touart, Metzger, 
Van Heuvel and Smith; Braud (cap- 
tain), Dowe, Barker, Home, Herbert 
and Fuller. 

Second League — Martel (captain), 
Boudousquie, Rives, Weatherly, 

Querbes, Herbert; Chapuis (captain), 
Boatman, Arnold, A. Gomez, L. Pro- 
vosty, Brady. 

Third League — Celestin (captain), 
Williamson, Ducote, Wagner, Ray, Nel- 
son ; Murray (captain), Theard, E. 
Newsham, Frederick, Ricou, Warren. 

Fourth League — Pertuit (captain, 
Oliveira, Siguere, E. M. Gomez, S. 
Roussel, Streiffer; DeBonneval (cap- 
tain), R. Touart, A. Martin, McHardy, 
Soniat, E. Meyer. . 

Fifth League — Nail (captain), L. 
Cassidy, Hickey, F. Schimpf, Wassom, 
Provosty; W. Walmsley (captain), Fer- 
lita, Long, L. Boudousquie, Bougere, 

Track Meet. 

Our annual track meet, which has 
not been held for the last two years, 
owing to our unsettled condition after 
the fire, took place on the 23rd of Feb- 
ruary. Judging from the keen interest 
and hearty emulation of the partici- 
pants it may justly be termed a suc- 
cess. We feel proud of our track team 
and the trophy we won last Thanksgiv- 
ing Day at the athletic meet in Mobile 
hangs in our library assuring us that 
our pride is not without reason. The 
Juniors were classed in three divisions, 
according to age. D. Braud was the win- 
ner of the gold medal in the first divis- 
ion, having scored the highest number 

of points. Lawless would have given 
him a close run if he had not met with 
an accident in the hurdle race, which 
necessitated the withdrawal of his 
name from several entries. As it was 
Barker came second, six points behind, 
and Lawless took third place. The 
first ten in points had a choice from 
that number of select prizes. 

Results in First Division : 

50 yd. dash: 1, Barker; 2, Braud; 3, 
Brady. 100 yd. dash: 1, Barker; 2, 
Braud; 3, Brady. 220 yd. dash: 1, 
Barker; 2, Newsham; 3, Braud. 220 
yd. hurdle: 1, Barker; 2, Braud; 3, 
Newsham. 1 mile race : 1, Newsham ; 

2, Boatman; 3, Dowe. 3 mile race: 1, 
Braud ; 2 ; Newsham ; 3, Barker. Broad 
jump : 1, Braud ; 2, Patterson ; 3, Bar- 
ker and Newsham. High jump : 1, 
Braud ; 2, Potter ; 3 ? Metzger and Dowe. 
Pole vault : 1, Braud ; 2, Delahoussaye ; 

3, E. Cassidy. Shot put : 1, Lawless ; 2, 
Barker; 3, J. Van Heuvel. Hammer 
throw: 1, Lawless; 2, Boatman; 3, 
Metzger. Discus throw : 1, Lawless ; 2, 
Jno. Van Heuvel ; 3, Barker. Throwing 
baseball: 1, Lawless; 2, Braud; 3, 

In the Second Division the silver 
medal for scoring the highest number 
of points was won by A. Boudousquie, 
with Viguere following close. In the 
Third Division the bronze medal for 
highest number of points was taken by 
A. Martin, who carried off each event 
in that division, with R. Touart a close 
second and Wassom coming in for most 
of the third places. The regular events 
were interspersed with sack race, can- 
dle race, three-legged race, which caused 
much merriment, and the whole meet 



ended in a tug-of-war which was par- 
ticipated in by the whole division. 
Results in Second Division : 
50 yd. dash: 1, Viguere; 2, Freder- 
ick; 3, Hebert. 100 yd. dash: 1, Fred- 
erick ; 2, C. Martin ; 3, Hebert. 220 yd. 
dash: 1, Viguere; 2, Regil; 3, Ducote. 
220 yd. hurdle: 1, A. Boudousquie; 2, 
Viguere; 3, Frederick. High jump: 1, 
Viguere ; 2, A. Boudousquie ; 3, Oliveira. 
Broad jump: 1, Regil; 2, Jas. Van 
Heuvel ; 3, Viguere. Shot put : A. 
Boudousquie ; 2, Ducote ; 3, Viguere. 
Hammer throw: 1, A. Boudousquie ; 
2, Berthelot ; 3, Viguere. Discus throw : 
A. Boudousquie ; 2, Viguere ; 3, Freder- 
ick. Throwing baseball: 1, Boudou- 
squie; 2, Ducote; 3, Viguere. 

Officials: J. S. Martel, clerk of 
course; C. Touart, starter; J. Rives, 
chief judge. 


Close on the heels of the athletic meet 
came the organization of baseball lea- 
gues. There was plenty of material out 
for the sport, and when the choosing 
was over four leagues were ready for 
the fray. Every holiday witnesses a 
game. The keen spirit of rivalry be- 
tAveen the teams of the leagues bids 
fair to bring out all latent playing 
ability ere the winners of the baseball 
pins are announced. The Junior nine 
has played three games with Mobile 
teams and has been victorious on each 
occasion, with scores 8-1, 1-0 and 13-5. 
The visitors find Brand rather hard to 
touch. In the second game against the 
Pioneers he fanned fourteen men. 
That's pitching some we believe. 'Tige' 
Lawless is doing the receiving, and 

well he does his work. With Webre 
on third and Cassidy covering the in- 
itial sack, "Chick" Fuller on second 
and "Chap" stopping everything that 
tries to pass between third and second, 
we think we can handle all balls that 
dance from the visitors' bats on to the 
infield. "Dutch" and "Peg" and Her- 
bert have promised to take care of the 
outfield for us. We doubt them not, 
and are ready for the fight. Loyola's 
team wants to come over to play us. 
Come on, Loyola! Right glad we'll be 
to meet you, and we'll try our level best 
to treat you like you treated us on the 
gridiron last fall. 

It sometimes happens that a city 
team, under the delusion that our six- 
teen and seventeen year olds are in 
height and other proportions fit oppo- 
nents for their own of like age, conies 
out to try us. When, however, they 
arrive at the Junior Campus and be- 
hold Brand, Lawless and Webre, their 
hands go down into their pockets, their 
chins drop and they back up against 
the wall and say: "Gee! Do we have 
to play them big fellows?" After as- 
suring them that their challenge called 
for a sixteen year old team and having 
beard them say: "Your sixteen ain't 
like our sixteen," we relieve their em- 
barrassment by turning them over to 
Capt. Gomez, who, with a little crew 
of his own. takes them down to the 
second league diamond and there han- 
dles them as befits a defender of the 
Purple and White. 

Line-up of Second Division : 
D. Brand, p. ; Lawless, c. ; E. Cassidy, 
lb.; Fuller. 2b.; Webre (capt.), 3b.; 
Chapuis, ss. ; Potter (mgr.), rf . ; Van 



Heuvel, cf. ; Herbert, If, ; Arnold, sub. ; 
Baxter, sub. 

Second Division Leagues : 

Pirates — D. Braud, p. and If. ; Berrey, 
c. ; Harrigan, lb.; Puller, 2b.; Jno. Van 
Heuvel, 3b. ; Arnold, ss. ; Baxter, If. ; 
Touart, cf . ; Metzger, rf . ; H. Braud, 

Cubs — Webre, p. and 3b. ; Lawless, 
c. ; Meyer, p. ; Cassidy, lb. ; Martel, 2b. ; 
Chapuis, ss. ; Potter, If. ; Rives, cf . ; Her- 
bert, rf. ; Barker, sub. 

Second League : 

Giants — Moses (capt.), lb.; Regil, c. ; 
Roussell, Newsham, p. and rf. ; Querbes, 
2b. ; Nelson, 3b. ; Ducote, ss. ; Smith, If. ; 
Dowe, cf. ; Lange, 3b. and rf. 

Pelicans — Wagner, p. ; Hebert, c. ; 
Patterson, lb. ; Weatherly, 2b. ; C. Mar- 
tin, 3b. ; A. Gomez, ss. and capt. ; Brady, 
rf . ; Frederick, cf . ; E. Gomez, If. ; War- 
ren, sub. 

Third League : 

Travellers — Delahoussaye, capt. and 
p. ; Bryant, c. ; Ricou, lb. ; Oliveira, 2b. ; 
A. Martin, 3b. ; Pearce, ss. ; Touart, p. 
and ss. ; De Bonneval, rf. ; Theard, cf . ; 
Roussell, If. 

Pioneers — Celestin, capt. and p. ; Mc- 
Hardy, c. ; Boudousquie, lb. ; Murray, 
2b. ; Schuessler, 3b. ; Viguere, ss. ; Long, 
rf . ; Streiffer, cf. ; Bougere, If. ; Morere, 

Fourth League : 

Reds — A. Provosty, p. ; Hickey, c. ; 
Meyer, lb. ; Con. Nelson, 2b. ; L. Cas- 
sidy, capt. and 3b. ; Walmsley, ss. ; C. 
Moses, rf. ; Waguespack, cf . ; Ferlita, 
If. ; Horkan, sub. 

Blues — Wassom, capt. and p. ; Abbot, 
c. ; Nail, lb. ; Nixon, 2b. ; Schimpf, ss. ; 
L. Boudousquie, 3b. ; Flattauer, rf. ; 
Gomez, cf . ; Jas. Van Heuvel, If. ; L. 
Lange, sub. 



First Game. 
On Sunday, Jan. 29, Spring Hill 
opened its season with a close and ex- 
citing game with their old adversaries, 
the Catholic Athletic Association of Mo- 
bile. Dug Neely, last year's favorite 
on the College team, was slated for the 
box and twirled an excellent game. 
Trolio opposed him, doing much toward 
winning his own game by timely hits. 
Benedict, a much touted catcher, who 
signed with the Gulls, was at the re- 
ceiving end, but the big league star 

didn't frighten any of the nine, as they 
pilfered as many bases as times they 
got on. S. H. C. started their run- get- 
ting in the first, when Tarleton was hit 
by a pitched ball, Prevost laid down a 
pretty sacrifice. Tarleton stole third 
and came home on Williamson's safe 
hit. Riffel leaned against the ball for 
two sacks, Williamson going to third. 
Black signalled for the squeeze, Wil- 
liamson coming home, Black being re- 
tired. Riffel stole home, when Bene- 
dict let the ball roll out. Mclntyre 


whiffed at three, ending the inning. Summary— Home run— Ery. Two-base 

. . rn ... , , ,, hit— Riffel. Hit by pitcher— Tarleton, 

In the next inning, frolio singled, stole Black struck out— By Trolio, 8; by Neely, 

second and went to thud on Tarleton 's 7; by Farnell, 4. Base on balls— Off Trolio, 

■ • , rt mr , ,1 rn i- 1 3. Umpire — Lauzon. 
hingle. On Walsh s error Irolio scored. 

The C. A. A.'s made one round in the „ , _ 

,, . , . D .. ... , , , , Second Game. 

third when Benedict hit safely, stole 

second and third, and came in on Tro- February 12th. the Woodmen of the 
lio's wild pitch over Black's head. World handed us the first defeat pill, 
Things looked bad in the fourth when ramming it down !• to 4. Pardue's 
Ery walloped the ball over the left field arm gave way on him in the third, let- 
fence for a home run. Leslie then hit, ting him walk six men. Coach Swacina 
going to second on Korfaghan's single, did not take him out till the fifth, when 
stole third and came in on a wild throw he started to distribute more passes, 
by Prevost. In the fifth Trolio singled Prevost was sent in to take his place, 
again, went to second on Tarleton 's and '"Sweet Evening Shadow" kept 
sacrifice, stole third and came in on the wild Woodmen under his thumb till 
Farnell's wild pitch. The seventh the curtain dropped in the ninth. The 
brought another run to the C. A. A. game was loosely played throughout by 
Benedict hit safely, stole second and both sides, five errors being credited to 
third, and came in on Kelly's drive the Woodmen and four to S. II. C. 
through short. Good hitting by both sides kept the in- 
Game in figures: terest up. Tarleton and Black drove 
C. A. A.— AB. R. H. P.O. A. E. out a good two-sacker apiece, and 
P. e Ne e iv, 2b':::::::: \ I 1 3 I Williamson sent one to the tall grass 

Ery, if. & lb 5 1 1 o o for three bases. S. II. C. drew the cork 

Farnell, lb. & p 4 1 10 i„ the first session. Tarleton. the first 

Leslie, 3b 4 1 2 1 

Korfaghan, ss 4 1 2 man up. slapped the first ball pitched 

Walsh, cf 4 1 f or two bases, Bauer sacrificed him to 

Benedict, c 4 2 3 11 1 .... , , , txt-iv 

D. Neely, p. & If. ... 3 3 third, ami he came home on \\ llliam- 

— — — — — son's long sacrifice flv to center. Beck- 

Tota,s I 7 4 9 24 10 ° er opened the second with a single. 

S'. H. C— AB. R. H. P.O. A. E. s t ( ,le second and on Black's two-base 

Tarleton. 2b 2 1 1 2 3 1 } . hm The third inning spelt 

Prevost, ss 3 1 1 -J 

Williamson, 3b 4 1 1 4 ruin to S. II. C. Kehm. the first man 

Riffel - lb J I I I 2 n up received two passes in one inning. 

Black c 1 8 ' ' 

Mclntyre, cf 3 1 and four others received free transpor- 

Becker, cf 3 2 tntion. iUU \ these walks, together with 

Trolio p ..::.:..:.. 3 2 2 5 1a two-base hit, netted the Woodmen 

— — ■ ~~ five runs. Errors let Korfaghan on in 

Tota,s I 3 5 5 2T 9 the fourth and the same kind of loose 

123456789 playing brought him home. William- 

C \ A 00120 10 0—4 

^- „■ £ 310OIOOO *— 5 son muffed Farnell s grounder, Kehm 



walked; Calametti advanced both by ambush on the College grounds. After 

a sacrifice, and Thomas brought both preliminary skirmishes by both sides, 

in on a single. S. H. C. in their half decks were cleared and the fray was 

made one run, when Bauer singled and on. Eiffel, Becker, Pardue and Paty 

Williamson followed with a three-base gave the United States gunners some 

hit. Farnell bounced one over the striking examples of the ballistic curve, 

fence in the seventh for a home run, sending the pill far into the enemy's 

and Tarleton added one more to Spring works for doubles and a three sacker. 

Hill's score by a hit, two stolen bases A large crowd was out for the game, 

and an error by Rehm. who enjoyed the swat fest of the col- 

The game in figures: legians. 

W. O. W.— AB. R. H. P.O. A. E. The scoring started in the second 

Rehm, 3b 3 1 1 2 2 2 x t> a ; 1 a t>+ <-i 

Calametti, 2b 5 112 2 when Pardue singled, Paty then 

Thomas, if 2 1 1 o singled, Pardue going to third. Prevost 

MSaT'cr.::::::^ I S \ \ I Wt u P ^ ^ ♦«* by sa fei y hit- 

Ery, lb 5 1 l 10 2 ting, scoring Pardue and sending Paty 

{f sli !l'. f f I ° I { I l to third. Prevost stole second and 

Benedict, c 3 8 

Farnell, p 4 2 1 1 3 Wohner cleared the bases by a safe hit 

„, ~~ ~~ over second. Williamson, in the third. 

Totals 33 9 6 27 8 5 ' „.«■„' 

— _ Int safely, went to second on Riffel s 

— sacrifice, and scored on Black's safe 
S. H. C— AB. R. H. PO. A. E. , . ' . _ L , 

Tarleton, 2b. . .522241 drive, hour runs came in the fourth. 

Bauer, ss 4 i l 3 o 1 McCann ftimbled Paty's grounder, Pre- 

Williams, 3b 4 1 1 6 1 ^ i • i + w i ' j 

Rit - fel lb 4 o o 11 o o vost skied out, Wohner received a pass, 

Becker, cf 4 1 2 Paty and Wohner executed a double 

McTn k tyr C e,-,f. ■'.■.•::::: J S I 2 \ I steal, both scoring on Bauer's single. 

Paty, rf 4 1 Bauer stole second, 'coming home on 

P ardue ; P I £ ° 2 I I Ridel's hit. Becker was hit, sending 

Prevost, p 3 2 3 „.„„, ^ 

— — — — — — Kiltel to second. On an overthrow to 

Totals :....37 4 9 27 16 4 second by Tra vers. Riffel scored. The 

Score by innings: 12 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 sailors got two over in their part of the 

W. O. W 5 12 10 0—9 fifth. McCann was hit Donnelaii 

S. H. C 110 10 10 0—4 . , , , r „ . _, 

__ singled. AlcLann going to second. Bar- 
Summary — Home run — Tarleton. Three- low's single scored McCann. Donnelan 
base hit — Williamson. Two-base hits— „i,;,,~ +i,;„^i ti„, „, n ^ o* 1 
Black. Tarleton. Base on balls-Off Pardue, lfc, ^hmg third. Travers walked. Stack 

10; off Prevost, 2. Struck out— By Pardue, was. hit. With bases full Dubber walk- 

2; by Prevost 2; by Farnell 8. Stolen e .l. forcing Donnelan. S. II. C. in their 

bases — Becker, Black (2), Mclntyre, Rehm, , ° 

Calametti, Ery, Thomas. part of the fifth scored one when Paty 

doubled, going to third on Barlow's 

Third Game. wild pitch. Prevost 's single scored 

Mardi Gras morning a team from the Paty. In tlie "next inning S. II. C. made 

U. S. cruiser Birmingham ran into an five. Riffel smashed out a two-base 



hjt, Becker duplicated the feat, scoring up with the College nine. They started 

Riffel. BJaek peached first on an error off in whirlwind fashion, sending five 

by Rub, Pardue then wiped up the around in the first, bu1 their initial 

bases by sending one to the corner of energy was slowed down, though not 

the Lot for three sacks. Paty's single until they sent three more over in the 

scored Pjardue. Paty stole second, and second. Loose playing by S. II. C. in 

went to third when Rub missed Pre- the first was the cause of the runaway, 

\ost\s roller, coining in on AYohner's for when the nine settled down Lau- 

sacrifice fly. zon's Pig's Feet couldn't do a thing. 

The game in figures: A record-breaking crowd was out to 

U. S. B'ham— AB. R. H. PO. A. E. see the game, and when S. H. C. rallied 

Travers, lb 3 6 t , • . , . j- <•• t L„ 

Stack, 2b 2 1 l m eighth, sending five men over, the 

D-ubber, If i o 1 3 1 fans pulled for the collegians with 

*L%' v::::::::. :\ \\\\\ *«*«*«*. ^^^itw 

Savage, c 3 6 2 l the best and hardest fought game seen 

McCann, cc 2 1112 2 here this year. 

Donnellan, ct 3 110 , '•,,.• -, -, 

Best, p ( alametti, the iirst man up. Singled; 

Barlow, p 3 1 2 Zieman's "rounder was missed by 

Totals ..23 2 4 18 10 t> Bauer. Calametti taking second. Lau- 

S. H. c— AB. R. H. PO. A. E. zon hit safely. scoring; Calametti 

Wohner 2b 3 117 11 Pierre's single scored Zieman. Lauzon 

Bauer, ss 4 1 1 2 came home on MeGraw's drive, Pierre 

SrTb. 3 ":. ::::::: 3 I I I I I going to third. Bauer missed Kor- 

Becker, cf 2 1 1 2 faghau's grounder, Pierre scoring. Mc- 

Black, c 4 1 1 6 3 Graw was caught napping' off second, 

Pardue, It 4 2 2 i i <= 

Paty, if 4 4 3 Korfaghan stole second, went to third 

Prevost, i J _* _1 _2 _i _3 ^0 on Prevost's muff of Ery's roller, and 

Totals 32 14 14 21 10 1 scored on Parker's single. Ery was 

— caught stealing third, and Parnell 

Score by innings: 1234567 ,, T ,, , , 

U. S. S. B'ham 2 0—2 grounded out. In the second round 

S. H. C 3 1 4 1 5 *— 14 Calametti started off by a single, Riffel 

Summary-Three-base hit-Pardue. Two- mis * , '< 1 Neman's grounder, Lauzon sac- 
base hits — Riffel, Becker, Paty. Base on rificed Calametti going to third, Zie- 
ball-Off Best. 2; off Barlow. 1; off Prevost fc d R , . , d 
4. Struck out — By Barlow, 3; by Best, 1; by => 
Prevost, 5. Hit by pitcher — Becker, Dubber. both. Pierre stole second, and on 
Stack, McCajan.-.' Stolen bases-Wohner, Beeker > s , vi |d throw to catch him at 
Bauer, Williams, Black, Paty (2), Prevost, , 
Travers- (3), Stack, Savage. third, came in with the last score for 

the Pig's Feet. 

Fourth Game. S. II. C. ran two in during the fifth 

The Sunday following Mardi Gras a when Riffel singled, and went to third 

batch of diamond experts under the on Black's single. Parker dropped 

leadership of Lauzon came out to wipe Pardue 's fly. Riffel scoring. Pierre 



threw wide trying to get Black off College, and received, at the hands of 
third, Zieman missed the throw. Black the nine, the worst defeat suffered this 
scoring. In the eight, S. H. C. rallied, year. Pardue and Trolio held the boys 
Bauer singled, went to second when down to three hits, allowing only two 
Farne.ll missed Williamson's grounder, men to reach second. Pardue had to 
and scored on Riff el's liner over sec- quit pitching after the second on ae- 
ond. Becker's hit scored Williamson, count of his sore arm, and Trolio, who 
and Black's single brought in Riff el. took his place, had everything his own 
Becker came home on Farnell's wild way. S. H. C. played errorless ball, 
heave over Pierre's head, Black going and they were able to hit the ball, get- 
to third. Pardue and Black worked ting sixteen hits, three of them for two 
the squeeze. Black scored and Pardue sacks. 

went out. Mclntyre ended the rally by First Inning. — Wohner led off with a 

flying out. single, stole second, and on Blow's wild 

Lauzon's Pig's Feet. AB. R. h. PO. A. E. pitch went to third. Williamson then 

Calametti, 2b 5 2 3 110 i i +i •,, w > 

Zieman, 3b. 5 2 2 3 2 2 wol *ked the squeeze with W ohner, 

Lauzon, lb 4 l 3 9 o o scoring him. and was then retired at 

McGraw!" If.' ".'.'.'.'..'.'. I o 1 2 flrSt RifM sin S led - went to seeond 

Korfaghan, ss 4 l o 3 2 when Gernigan dropped Becker's fly. 

® ry \ cf - ■ 3 4 Riffel and Becker worked the double 

Parker, rf 401201 

Farnell, p 4 o l o l l steal, and both scored on Black's line 

• — — — — — drive. 

Totals 38 8 13 27 10 6 rp ,. IT . „.„ , , . . , D , 

Third Inning. — Ritfel doubled, Beck- 

S. h. C— AB. R. h. PO. A. E. er singled, Williams dropped Black's 

Wohner, 2b 5 1 1 . , • -, . -, t,, . , , , ■ , -, 

Bauer ss. . 5 112 12 third strike. Blow then threw wild 

Williamson, 3b 4 1 4 4 trying to catch Riffel. The latter 

Riffel, lb 5 2 2 10 1 j t> i j ™ i j 

Becker cf 4 114 10 seorec t- Becker and Black advancing 

Black, c 4 2 2 3 2 one base. Mclntyre 's single scored 

F T ar T d ? e ' rf \; I 2 ] ° ° ° Becker and Black. Mclntyre stole sec- 

Mclntyre, If 3 13 

Prevost, p. 4 o 6 ond, went to third on Prevost 's sacri- 

— fiee, and scored when Williams let one 

Totals 37 7 9 27 14 3 , ■ 

ot Blow s benders get away from him. 

Score by innings: 12 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 Seventh Inning.— Riffel singled, but 

Lauzon's Pig's Feet.... 5 3 0—8 ,. ££ „. ' . 

S. h. C 2 5 0—7 was caught napping off first. Becker 

Summary — Two-base hits — Lauzon, Wohn- singled ; Black followed suit with a safe 

er. Base on balls — Off Farnell, 1; off Pre- V ■ T. r n -, -. u , , «, 

vost, 3. Struck out-By Farnell, 6; by Pre- dnve - McGraw dropped Prevost s fly, 

vost, 2. Umpire Swacina. Becker scoring and Black going to 

i third. Prevost stole seeond, and Trolio 

Fifth Game. scored both by smashing^ one to the 

March 9, expecting to do great things fence for a two-base hit. 

against the College, the representatives Eighth Inning. — Bauer singled, Rif- 

from Old Barton wandered out to the fel hit safe, and Becker lined one to left 



Field fence for two sacks. Bauer scor- batting one thousand for thai game. 

iii»'. Black's single scored Riffel and Needham of the Cubs umpired. 

Becker. Chicago made one in the first when. 

Barton— AR. R. H. PO. A. B. after two were down. Angermeier and 

Brown, 2b 3 3 0a- n i i ui i n i 

Havard, ss 4 2 1 3 Sal( ' r Walked, and Mieehan walloped 

Gernigan, cf 4 I) l () l one out for two sacks, scoring Anger- 

" owe11 ' lb * '! I " ° ° meier. Two came in the next inning. 

Riow, p 2 2 4 1 

Treadway, It" 3 1 Fisher's grounder went past Wohner ; 

Williams, c 1 ° 6 ° ° he tlien stole second and third. Ball 

Hieronymus, c 2 2 

McGraw, if ...3 1 walked and SCOle second. ( ooney drove 

Gaines, 3b ..3 1 both in with a hit. Both sides goi one 

Tota i s 29 3 24 11 4 '" the third. Saier doubled to right, 

— and scored on Kane's single. S. IT. C. 

S. H. C— AB. R. H. PO. A. E. , . ., . , ., r , n 

Wohner, 2b 5 12 2 4 got one acress m their part. Mclntyre 

Bauer, ss 5 1 2 2 singled, and went to second when Wil- 

Williamson, 3b 4 1 1 u Q walked, coming home on Beck- 

Rittel, lb 5 3 i 10 I) ^ 

Becker, cf 5 4 3 2 er's safe drive. The fourth brought 

151ack ' c ' I n 2 ? I I J one more for S. II. C, when Pardue 

Mclntyre, If 5 113 . „ . ... ... 

Prevost, rf 4 1 1 tripled, and Black scored him with a 

Pardue, p 3 s i ng l e . I„ the fifth Angermeier walk- 

Trolio, p 3 1 ' B 

— — _ eel, Saier walked. Mieehan sacrificed 

Totals 41 13 16 26 11 both one base. Williamson missed 

Score by innings: 123456789 r. i > i i 

Barton " 0—0 Doyle s grounder, Angermeier scoring 

S. H. C 3 4 3 3 *— 13 an( [ g a i er taking third. Doyle stole 

Summary— Two-base hits— Riffel, Becker, , , K hrnnolit in Saier nnd 

Trolio. Stolen bases— Wohner, Bauer, ^<-ima and Kane Diouglit in baier and 

Becker (2), Black (3), Mclntyre, Prevost. Dovle on a single. S. H. C.'s last run 

Struck out-By Trolio, 8; by ^Blow, ,7. Bases .^ ^ f . f h M 
on balls— Off Pardue, 1; ott 8rolio, 1, oft 

Blow, 1. Hit by pitcher — Pardue, Williams. down. \\ llliamson tore a picket Oil the 

fence for two sacks, and then Becker 

Sixth Game. sent one to right center for another 

The morning of the 21st the Chicago two-bagger. Williamson scoring. The 

Cubs paid us a visit, giving a seven next inning Mclntyre reached first as 

inning exhibition game. This game Riffel dropped the ball; Ball singled 

was the best the College ever played and Cooney doubled, scoring Mclntyre 

against big company, and those who and Ball. Angermeier walked and 

saw the game declared the collegians a Saier leaned against one for his second 

heady bunch, and good hitters. In the twodjase hit. scoring Cooney and An- 

batting Pardue, Bauer and Becker fig- gemeier. In their last inning Chicago 

ured chiefly. Pardue 's triple in the took three more. Ball hit safely. Riffel 

fourth was a pretty drive away into fumbled Cooney 's grass cutter Ball go- 

the corner of the lot. Bauer showed ing on to third. Cooney stole second, 

what he could do with the pole by Ball scored on Angermeier 's single to 

6 4 


left. Cooney stayed on tl ird and An- 

germeier stole second. Saier 's long 
drive scored Cooney and ingermeier. 

Johnny Evers and Archer were inter- 
ested spectators. 

The game in figures: 

Chicago Cubs— AB. R. H. PO A E 

Kail, If 4 3 3 2 

Cooney, ss 5 2 2 3 

Angermeire, c 2 4 1 8 2 

Saier, lb 3 2 3 8 

Sheehaa, 2b 4 1 1 l 

Doyle, 3b 3 1 1 1 

Kane, cf 4 2 

Fisher, if 4 1 

Pfiester, p 1 1 

Mclntyre, p 2 1 1 2 

Cole, p 1 

Totals 33 14 12 21 10 

S. H. C — AB. R. H. PO. A. E. 

Wohner, 2b 4 2 2 1 

Williamson, 3b 3 1 1 2 1 

Becker, cf 3 2 2 1 

Pardue, rf 3 1 2 

Black, c 2 1 6 2 

Bauer, ss 2 2 1 

Riffel, lb 1 7 2 

Mclntyre, If 3 1 1 2 

Prevost, p 3 2 

Totals 24 3 9 21 8 4 

Score by innings: 12 3 4 5 6 7 — 

Chicago ...1 2 1 3 4 3—14 

s - H. C 1110 0—3 

Summary— Three-base hit— Pardue. Two- 
base hits— Williamson, Becker, Ball, Cooney, 
Saier (2), Sheehan. Struck out — By Prevost,' 
5; by Pfiester, 2 in two innings; by Mcln- 
tyre, 3 in three innings; by Cole, 2 in two 
innings. Base on balls— Off Prevost, 7; off 
Mclntyre, 2. Umpire— Needham of the Cubs. 

College Nine Batting Average. 

A.B. H. 

Pardue 22 10 

Becker 47 21 

Black 40 15 

Riffel 43 14 

Bauer 32 9 

C. Wohner 33 9 

Williamson 44 11 

Prevost 37 9 

Mclntyre 37 8 

Paty 19 4 

Tarleton 19 3 

Trolio 19 3 




Kansas City, Mo., Dec. 21.— As a 
'90 tribute to the memory of one of 

his classmates, a brave young 
New Orleans officer, who gave up his 
life for his country at the battle of San 
Juan Hill, Major E. H. Sehulz. engineer 
officer in charge of the Missouri river, 
has decided to name one of the three 
big steel towboats now building for the 
river the Joseph N. Augustin. The 
other boats will be named the John A. 
Gurney and the Louis H. Lewis, after 
two other classmates, killed in the same 

These three officers and Major 
Sehulz were graduated from West 
Point with the class of 1895. Major 
Sehulz went into the engineer corps, 
and the others into the infantry. When 
war was declared against Spain in 1898, 
the three infantry officers were ordered 
with their regiments to Santiago. In 
the charge up San Juan Hill July 1, 
Gurney and Lewis were killed outright, 
and Lieut. Augustin was wounded, 
and died the next day. 

Lieut. Augustin was only twenty- 
four vears old when he was killed. He 



avhs a son of J. Numa Augustin, and a 
member of an old and widely known 
family. Lieut. Augustin was educated 
at the Jesuit College 111 New Orleans, 
and then at Spring Hill College, gradu- 
ating at the age of sixteen. He was ap- 
pointed to West Point June 17, 1891, 
and in his four years at the Military 
Academy was one of the niosl popular 
men of his class. He was gifted as an 
entertainer, and took pari in all of the 
academy's social activities. After his 
graduation he was assigned to the 
Twenty-fourth Infantry, and served at 
various posts in the Southwest until his 
regiment was ordered to Cuba. 

Lieut. Augustin died the day after 
his second wedding anniversary. He 
was married July 1, 1896, to Miss Alice 
Palmer, daughter of Capt. A. M. Palmer 
of the Quartermaster's Department. 
She is now living in Washington. 

The boat to he named after Lieut. 
Augustin is now being built at the 
yards of the Dubuque Boat and Boiler 
Works at Dubuque, la. It will be 126 
feet long, 24 feet beam, with a steel hull 
and powerful engines and boilers of 
the latest type, and fitted to serve both 
as a towboat and an inspection. It will 
be launched July 1, 1911. In the cabin 
will be placed a portrait of Lieut. Au- 
gustin and a tablet containing his bio- 

Judge John St. Paul. A. B., on 
'84 the 19th of January, was re- 
elected President of the Jesuit 
Alumni Association of New Orleans. 

Gulliermo P. Schultz, B. S.. class 
'89 '89, of Tampico, Mex., lately 

wrote for catalogues of the years 
during which he attended Spring Hill. 
Mr. Schultz is a successful business man 
in his native city. 

Clarence S. Hebert, A. B., was ap- 

.'94 pointed by President Taft collec- 
tor of customs at the port of New 
Orleans, and John A. Wogan. who en- 
tered Spring Hill in 1S74, was appoint- 
ed assistant sub-treasurer of the United 
States at New Orleans, succeeding Mr. 
Hebert. who had held the latter posi- 
tion for the past eight years. 

Reese Hutchison. A. B., class '95, 
'95 of Mobile, the inventor of the 
akouophone, is Edison's personal 
representative in naval affairs, and is 
now engaged in the problem of equip- 
ping submarine torpedo boats with the 
Edison storage battery. 

Alvia E. Hebert. A. B., on Deeem- 

'97 ber 7. was elected advocate of 
Council 714 of the Knight of Co- 
lumbus. New Orleans. 

John E. Jossen, B. S.. class '00. 
'00 assistant cashier of the City Bank 
& Trust Co.. Mobile, has recently 
recovered from a prolonged illness. 

Tisdale J. Touart. a well known 
'01 young lawyer of Mobile, was ap- 
pointed assistant solicitor for Mo- 
bile county Monday morning by Gov- 
ernor O'Neal. The position was only 
recently created by an ad of the Slate 
legislature, and several older and more 
experienced lawyers have been appli- 
cants for the position, 



Mr. Touart has lived in Mobile the 
greater part of his life and is a native 
of this city. He is a graduate of Spring 
Hill College, where he took the bache- 
lor of arts degree. He afterwards at- 
tended Georgetown University and 
graduated with the degree of master 
of arts. Upon graduating from George- 
town University, Mr. Touart entered 
the law offices of L. H. Faith and E. W. 
Faith and after studying law there for 
some time, was admitted to the bar in 
1906.— Mobile Register, Feb. 21. 

At the last election of the Knights of 
Columbus in Mobile, held December 
13, Tisdale J. Touart, A. B., was ele- 
vated to the position of Grand Knight. 
Among the other officers, the following 
Spring Hill alumni were elected: 
Michael J. Vickers, Deputy Grand 
Knight; Walter F. Walsh, Chancellor; 
Charles J. Green, Outside Guard ; James 
K. Glennon, Trustee ; T. Peyton Nor- 
ville. Lecturer. 

Maximin D. Touart. A. B., M. D., 
'03 has sent around cards to his 
friends announcing that he has 
opened his office in New York. 

William A. Staehle, B. S., was 
'04 elected a member of the execu- 
tive committee of the Jesuit 
Alumni Association on Jan. 19. 

On February 7, J. Louis Blouin, A. 
B., of Lafourche Parish, was married to 
Miss Catharine Bruns in the Church of 
Our Lady of Good Counsel. New Or- 
leans. After a bridal trip East, the 
newly-wedded couple made their home 
at Ellington Plantation, Luling, La. 

Kenneth M. Gaiennie, B. S., is en- 
'05 gaged in business in Shreve- 
port, La. 

Cyril J. Bassich, A. B.. is a meni- 
'06 ber of the firm of Frazier & Bas- 
sich, contractors. Shortly before 

Christmas they completed the city hall 

in Brookhaven, Miss. 

R. Kenneth Rounds, A. B., of 
'07 Moose Jaw, Manitoba, Canada, 
was chosen a member of the com- 
mittee on organization for the Council 
of Knights of Columbus instituted in 
his resident town last Jan. 2. He is 
likewise librarian of the Young Men's 
Catholic Club ; and, as enthusiastic an 
athlete as ever, plays right forward on 
the basket ball team representing the 
town, and belongs to the champion 
baseball club of that part of the coun- 
try. They are waiting for it to thaw 
out up there before they "play ball." 

Nicholas L. Vickers, A. B., has been 
taken into partnership by his father, 
who has purchased the entire interest 
of J. E. McHugh & Co., real. estate, fire 
insurance and loans. Mr. Vickers, Sr., 
is also a Spring Hill alumnus, having 
entered the College in 1877. 

Last December. Henry I. A. Bur- 
guieres, B. S., '07, was united in the 
sacred bonds of matrimony to Miss Sal- 
lie Hyams Trufant, at the Jesuits' 
Church, New Orleans. 

Robert M. Breard, A. B.. is 
'08 engaged in the practice of law in 

in the office of Stubbs, Russell & 
Theus, Monroe, La. He recently enter- 
ed his name on the subscription list of 
The Spring-hillian. 



Ermilo E. Escalante, A. 15., is now in 
liis third year of medicine at Tulanc. 
lie made the first two years at the Jef- 
ferson Medical in Philadelphia. 

Paul T. Landry, B. S-, is in his second 
year of medicine at Tulane. 

John J. Brown, B. S., a Pier a 
'09 spirited contest was elected man- 
ager of the Tulane 'Varsity base- 
hall team Jan. 13. Later he resigned 
the position, as he wished to devote 
more time to his studies. 

We quote the following from the New 
Orleans Times-Democrat of Feb. 15: 

St. Louis. Mo., Pel). 14.— The engage- 
ment of Miss Marguerite Desloge Bain, 
daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Robert E. M. 
Bain of Flora boulevard, and Charles 
Henry Adams of New Orleans, was 
formally announced at a Valentine 
''500" afternoon, given by Miss Bain's 
sister, Mrs. Charles Bernard Raoul 
Fitz-Williams, at her home, No. 3857 
Flad avenue. Miss Bain is a graduate 
of the Maryville Sacred Heart Convent, 
and is one of the most popular girls in 
her set. No date has been fixed for the 
wedding. Mrs. JTrtz- Williams ' guests 
were all intimate friends of the young 
bride-to-be, and numbered sixteen. 

Claude L. Chappuis, B. S.. was elect- 
ed Recorder of the Knights of Colum- 
bus Council of Crowley, La. 

Lawrence J. Fabacher. A. B., class 
'09, was recently elected a director of 
the Jackson Brewery, New Orleans. 

James E. Duggan, A. B., writes 
'10 from Columbia University that 

both himself and Anthony J. 
Touart, '09, successfully passed their 
mid-year examinations in law. Henry 
M. Costello, B. S., who started mining 
engineering in the same univesity, later 
passed over to the law course. 

Edward J. Lebcau, A. P., at the end 
of March paid the College a visit and 
was happy to meet old friends again. 
He is connected with a large builders' 
supplies firm in Pensacola. 

Philip D. Ball. A. B.. class '10. hav- 
ing passed an examination in laAv be- 
fore the State Board of Florida, has 
been admitted to practice in Pensacola. 
He still retains his position as private 
secretary to Judge Seth Sheppard of 
the United States Court. 

Thomas Byrne, B. S.. who has been 
a visitor at the Hill since last Christ- 
mas, has gone on a trip to Europe with 
his father and mother. 

J. Lawrence Lavretta, A. B.. is tak- 
ing music lessons in Berlin from one of 
the leading teachers of Germany, Pro- 
fessor King Clark, of Chicago. He says 
it is hard work, as he spends about 
three hours daily in vocal and instru- 
mental music. He expects to return to 
Mobile next November. 

P. Walter Walsh. A. B.. is studying 
law with the firm of Stevens & Lyons 
of Mobile. 





Spring Hill mourns the loss of Very- 
Rev. John F. O'Connor, S. J., the 
Provincial of the Jesuits in the South, 
and one of her own most distinguished 
alumni. The sad event took place in 
the Providence Infirmary, Mobile, on 
the morning of March 27, after a pain- 
ful illness of four weeks, borne with 
great fortitude and Christian resigna- 
tion. From the New Orleans Morning 
Star of April 1, we take the following 
sketch of his life and sympathetic ap- 
preciation : 

The shadow of a great sorrow has 
fallen upon the hearts of Catholics 
throughout the South, and an almost ir- 
reparable loss has come to the Arch- 
diocese of New Orleans in particular in 
the death of the distinguished Jesuit, 
Very Rev. John Francis O'Connor, S. 
J., Southern Provincial in the United 
States of this illustrious order, who 
died on Monday last at the Providence 
Infirmary, Mobile, Alabama. His death 
was not unexpected. For several weeks 
he has lingered with the light of an- 
other world in his eyes, while devoted 
friends hovered near, and from thou- 
sands of hearts throughout the South- 
land prayers ascended heavenward that 
he who had wrought so faithfully and 
well under the banners of the Cross of 
Jesus Christ might be spared yet awhile 
to continue the great work to which his 
life had been consecrated. Occasional- 
ly there was a gleam of hope for the 
faithful watchers, and at times it was 
thought his naturally strong constitu- 

tion would stand him well, but on Sat- 
urday last the message came to Very 
Rev. Emile Mattern, S. J., President of 
the Jesuits' College in Baronne street 
and Vice Provincial of the Southern 
Jesuits, that a sudden change had come ; 
Father O'Connor Avas sinking fast and 
could not possibly survive but a few 
hours. Father Mattern left again for 
Mobile and stood at the side of his de- 
voted superior and brother priest, when 
the end came. 

Peacefully, quietly, like a child fall- 
ing asleep in the arms of a loving par- 
ent. Father O'Connor went to rest in 
the bosom of His Eternal Father. His 
entire life from a boy up had been a 
preparation for this supreme moment. 

For him who had fought so long and 
valiantly and who had no thought but 
the will of his Divine Master there was 
nothing to fear. Death was a joyful 
going forth, a triumphant home-com- 
ing, a loving -welcome to the eternal 
Fatherland. His death was a great 
blow to the Jesuit Order in the United 
States, and especially in the South, 
Avhere he has labored so long and where 
lie has been known for upwards of a 
quarter of a century as one of its most 
famous and eloquent priests and ora- 
tors. Not only the Jesuits, but the en- 
tire section mourns his loss. His Grace, 
the Most Rev. Archbishop, paid a noble 
and most affectionate tribute to the 
memory of Father O'Connor. His Grace 
was deeply affected at his death, and 
only the fact that he was just conva- 



lescing from ;i severe attack of the 
grippe prevented his going to Mobile 
to testify to the high regard in which 
he had held the noble dead by being 
present a1 his obsequies. "I have lost 
a dear friend," said His Grace, "whose 
great talents and abilities none could 
appreciate more truly. Father O'Con- 
nor did much for religion in this dio- 
cese and the church has lost one of its 
noblest and truest sons and defenders." 

Father O'Connor went to Mobile in 
company with His Grace, the Most Rev. 
Archbishop, and other clergy of the 
diocese to be present at the Catholic 
Bi-centenary Celebration of the Foun- 
dation of .Mobile on Feb. 26. 

In taking the car he accidentlly fell 
and was dragged a considerable dis- 
tance. Recovering himself, he boarded 
the train, and reaching Mobile, took 
part in the notable celebration. But 
his system had suffered a severe shock, 
and he was found very ill in his room 
the day following the celebration. His 
condition was such that his immediate 
removal to Providence Infirmary was 
ordered by Dr. E. S. Feagin, one of the 
most prominent physicians of Mobile, 
who was summoned to his bedside. As 
soon as the news reached New Orleans 
Father Mattern, rector of the Jesuits 
in Baronne street, went immediately to 
Mobile, and remained nearly a week at 
the bedside of his devoted co-laborer. 
After the immediate danger was passed 
Father Mattern returned to New Or- 
leans' for several weeks, only to be sum- 
moned again on Sunday to close in 
death the eyes of his friend. The end 
came at 9 :45 on Monday morning. 

Few priests in the South were better 

known than Father O'Connor, and 
none more highly esteemed or truly 
loved by all classes. It would be hard 
to define a character so noble, so true, 
so exalted, so filled with the gospel con- 
ception of the dignity of the priesthood, 
so imbued with the tenderness of his 
Divine Master for all who sorrowed, 
and for all who needed the hand of a 
friend to lift them from the bondage 
of sin and despair. Gentle, charitable, 
loving, he united with a calm dignity 
and reserve of manner the highest 
qualities of the student and the scholar, 
the poet and the linguist with all the 
earnest helpfulness that could reach 
down to the lowest depths of misery 
and degradation to which human na- 
ture could sink and lift it up to Heaven 
and God. It may indeed be said of him 
that he was "all in all" to all men; no 
thought was too lofty that he could not 
grasp it, no problem too profound that 
he did not seek to solve it ; no grief too 
deep that he could not fathom it ; no 
soul too stained that he did not put 
forth his efforts as though his own sal- 
vation depended upon it to restore it to 
purity and life again. As an orator he 
stood in the front rank ; as a man he 
was a very priest of God. As a laborer 
in the vineyard of Christ he was un- 
wearied in zeal, never faltering till he 
was stricken and the call came to lay 
down his earthly burden. He was one 
of the greatest missionaries of the Jes- 
uit Order in the United States and his 
converts were many. His diction was 
superb, his presence earnest and inspir- 
ing and his delivery impressive and ma- 

No one could hear him without being 

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touched to the heart's innermost 
depths, and whether in the pulpit, the 
confessional, the classroom, or at the 
hedside of the sick and dying, his great 
gift as a director of souls manifested 
itself and brought his listeners captive 
at the feet of Christ. 

Father O'Connor was born in Savan- 
nah, Ga., September 17. 1848; he was 
the son of Denis O'Connor and Mary 
Ahern, highly respected citizens of that 
community. He received his early edu- 
cation at Spring Hill College. On May 
3, 1865, he entered the Society of Jesus, 
having the distinction of being the first 
boy to enter the Jesuit novitiate from 
Spring Hill College. 

He was sent by his superiors to the 
Jesuit novitiate in Lyons, . France, 
where he made his first studies for the 
priesthood. Thence he went to Eng- 
land, where he completed his studies 
and training. Returning to the United 
States, he was stationed for some years 
at St. Charles College, Grand Coteau, 
La., as professor of the Junior Jesuits. 
In April, 1875, he was ordained priest 
at Spring Hill College, and later spent 
some time in advanced theological 
studies at Woodstock College, Mary- 

Fr. O'Connor filled at various times 
the chair of science, philosophy and 
the classics, respectively, and his great 
abilities becoming more and more ap- 
parent he had the distinction of serving 
as vice president of Spring Hill College 
from 1878 to 1879. 

He made his final vows August 15, 
1884, and that same year he was made 
rector of the Jesuit Church and College 

in Galveston. He served in that ca- 
pacity until 1887, when he was appoint- 
ed rector of the Jesuits' College of the 
Immaculate Conception, in Baronne 
street, in this city. He filled the office 
of rector with great ability until 1890, 
when he was sent to Augusta. Georgia, 
as rector of the Jesuit community there. 
He remained until .1891, when he was 
placed in the active missionary field in 
the South. He was everywhere in de- 
mand, his marvellous success having 
been equalled by few missionaries in 
this section. In 1902 he went to Shreve- 
port to open the Jesuit College \ there 
and served as president of the college 
and rector of the church until 1906, 
when he was made superior of the New 
Orleans Mission. He held this office 
for a year, when the Southern Province 
of the Jesuits was erected in 1907, and 
he was honored by being made the first 
Provincial. The office was a most im- 
portant one. Father O'Connor's juris- 
diction extending from Georgia to Key 
West and Galveston, with headquarters 
in New Orleans. 

Father O'Connor was noted for his 
great humility; his one desire outside 
of his ardent zeal for souls was to avoid 
notice or attention. He was simple and 
unostentatious, truly pious and hum- 
ble, and these characteristics in one so 
great added to the general veneration 
in which he was held. 

Father O'Connor's funeral took place 
on Wednesday morning from the chapel 
of his alma mater. Spring Hill College, 
and was largely attended. Every mem- 
ber of the Jesuits' Order in Mobile and 
many of the city clergy were present, 
as also a number of visiting priests. 



Righl Rev. Edward I'. Allen, Bishop La.; Wry Rev. E. Mattern, S. .!.; Very 

of Mobile, who held Father O'Con ■ Rev. Alberl Biever, S. J., and Rev. Vv. 

in high esteem, celebrated the low mass De Potter, S. J., of New Orleans; Rev. 

which is prescribed for the burial of a Fr. Wilkinson, S. •!.. of Shreveport, 

Jesuit, and, according to their inflex- La.; Rev. Fr. Moynihan, S. J., of Ma- 

ible rules governing such occasions, con, Ga.; Rev. Father Sherry, S. .]., of 

there was no sermon or eulogy of the Augusta, 6a.; Rev. Pr. Brislan, S. J., of 

dead. Selnia, Ala.; Rev. Pr. Savage, of Mont- 

Tlie final absolution was given by gomery; Rev. Fr. Madden, of Macon, 

Bishop Allen. Father O'Connor was (Ja. 

buried in the college cemetery; his There were also large delegations 
grave was covered with flowers, the from the religious communities of Sis- 
offerings of devoted friends. Among ters in Mobile. Vers Rev. Father 
the clergy outside of Mobile present Twellmeyer, S. J., president, and the 
were Right Rev. Abbot Paid. 0. S. B., officers and students of Spring Hill 
of St. Joseph's Abbey, St. Benedict, College, attended in a body. 


Of Rev. Father J. F. O'Connor, Who Died in Mobile, Alabama, on Monday, 

March 27, 1911. 

Over the high white altars the gleaming tapers shed 
Their soft effulgent splendor, above the honored dead. 
"Requiem" sobs the music — floats the incense cloudlike tTiere 
"In aeternam" drift the echoes, where his children kneel in prayer. 
They mourn the victor annointed — passed from their midst away 
Moored by a faith eternal — to realms of a lasting day. 

Oh! dirge that sweeps through the morning. Oh! smile of a dying priest, 

Above the gloom and shadow, like dawn from a Golden East 

Comes the memory of lessons given — your life a chord divine, 

Brightening the hearts of your children, your Godlike actions shine. 

Sleep on at the foot of the altar, thy sacrifice is o'er. 

The murmured "De Profundis" means "Resurgam" evermore. 

Long, long through the years we will miss you. oh, face, hidden under the pall. 
The clasp of a hand true and tender, and smiles that were meant for us all. 
Loved Pastor! up near His great altar, oh. plead for us. pray for us still; 
Your sorrowing, grief-stricken children a-toil on Calvary Hill. 

Annie M. Kelly, Shreveport, La. 



The earnest sympathy of the faculty 
and student body is offered to the be- 
reaved family of Captain Richard Mur- 
ray, who died in Mobile on Feb. 16. 
Captain Murray was a valued friend 
of the College, which was indebted to 
him for many acts of kindness. All his 
sons were educated at Spring Hill, John 

and Richard being at present in attend- 

AVe are in receipt of a card from 
John Martin, B. S., '00, announcing the 
death of his mother at Laredo, Texas, 
Dec. 15. To him we extend our sincere 
condolence in the loss he has sustained. 

Jl. XC. <D. Q. 





The object of THE SPRINGHILLIAN is to record College 
events, to stimulate literary endeavor among the students, and 
to form a closer bond between the boys of the Present and the Past 


The Sun of Bethlehem — Francis L. Prohaska, '13 3 

At Bethlehem — J. P. Newsham, Jr., '12 5 

A Tale of a Bear— Dennis S. Moran, '11 7 

A Christmas Prodigal — Francis L. Smith, '14 ; 11 

Sunrise from the Piazza — Francis A. Orsi, '13 13 

How the Cedar Became the Christmas Tree — Clarence N. Touart, '12 14 

A Phono in Megalopia — M. Humbert Diaz, '12 15 

The Spirit of Peace— J. P. Newsham, Jr., '12 20 

On the 'Bo— Leslie McDaniel, '13 21 

A Name for Christmas — E. I. F 24 

Yucatan — B. Rios Franco, '11 25 

Down Where the Good Fellows Go — Jeo, T. Becker, '12 27 

Autumn 's Plaint— M. Humbert Diaz, '12 28 

Letter to an Old Professor — Francis A. Meyer, '12 29 

Acrostic — Francis A. Meyer, '12 30 

Editorial 31 

There Is No Room— E. I. F 32 

College Notes 33 

First Division Items— J. T. Becker, '12 ; M. H. Diaz, '12 36 

Football— D. S. Moran, '11 38 

Winterettes— J. T. Becker, '12 ; M. H. Diaz, '12 49 

Second Division News Letter — J. P. N( wsham, Jr., '12 52 

Lines — A. F. Vasquez, '12 53 

Second Division Athletics — J. B. Rives, '13 54 

Christmas — Francis L. Smith, '14 55 

Exchanges 56 

Alumni 57 

Our Team — James D. Mclntyre, '11 59 

Banquet to Team 60 

A Triolet — A. Gervais, '14 61 

Book Review * 61 
























































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Why sighs the night wind sadly, 

Why falls the snowflafye madly, 
Where He, the Light of Summer, softly glows ? 

Why chills the darkness drear, 

Can poverty be here, 
Where He, the Wealth of Heaven, tal^es repose ? 
Yet joyful, gladsome, cheery, merry all, 
The night, the snow, the wind, the gloom, the pall. 

And though from near and far, 

The wind and tempest War, 
There resteth fair the Love, the Calm of Heaven; 

Why fear and trepidation, 

Why trembling agitation, 
When to the earth the Babe of Peace is given? 
Why terrifying storms and fears increase, 
When sleeps the Calm that bids the tempest cease? 

Aye, ever thus shall pride, 

Where mountain storms abide, 
Stand raging while the meek m valleys dwell; 

Thus in the dark of sin 

Shall fill the heart within, 
And hate the light that can the passion quell. 
But all in Vain the darkness and the night, 
The Lamp of Bethlehem pours abroad its light. 

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What soul feels not within 

The darksome rage of sin, 
The struggling and the strife for peace and rest? 

But souls that still strive on 

Are like the light, the sun, 
Partake the pleasure of that Infant Blest. 
On, on they struggle to the end of strife, 
To Bethlehem, to the Way, the Truth, the Life. 

Sweet Babe, amid the storm, 

Let me but see Thy form 
And feel the warming of Thy tender frame; 

Let me but hear Thy Voice, 

Bidding my soul rejoice, 
And in the tempest breathe Thy blissful name! 
Breathe but Thy name and then from east and west 
Let lightnings rave, I'll bare my calm, pure breast. 



A Story of the First 

J. P. NEWSHAM, JR., '12. 

One frosty winter's night, long, long, 
ago, a shepherd boy guarded his flock 
far up on the mountain side. It was 
in the rugged country of Judea, and 
ever and anon from across the Sea of 
Galilee came strong gusts of icy wind. 
The lad wrapped his toga more closely 
about him and clinched his teeth in a 
fierce struggle against the cold. Look 
at his face as he gazes at the stars set 
like diamonds in a sapphire throne. 
How bright they are, and yet his lus- 
trous eyes seem to outshine even the 
most brilliant of them. Something in 
his whole bearing attracts our atten- 
tion ; some indefinable feeling catches 
at our very heartstrings as we peer 
into his face. A comely lad he is in- 
deed, but still we cannot help but 
know, deep down in our heart, that 
this is not what draws us to him as a 
magnet draws a loadstone. 

Suddenly a great surprise comes into 
his eyes There in the east has risen 
a strange new star, brighter than any 
in the galaxy of heaven. Instinctively 
he knows that it is the star of salva- 
tion, and a great joy fills his heart ; for 
with it life, light and happiness have 
flooded the world. To his ears, the 
wind shrieking among the wild moun- 
tain crags, the wavelet as it laps on 
the shores that hold the bounds of the 
deep, the shrill cry of the cormorant 

winging a solitary flight over the Gali- 
lean Sea, all seem to whisper in divers 
accents the name of Christ. He hears 
the call, and his heart responds; like 
the Magi he answers, "I come." Tak- 
ing up his rude bundle and kissing the 
ring he has worn since childhood, he 
begins the journey with the star as his 
only guiding light. 

* * * 

Let us journey in imagination to 
Persia, that storied land of old. It 
is a fresh, bright morning some twenty 
years earlier than the event just nar- 
rated. The perfumed breeze blowing 
across the fertile vales and wooded 
hills that surround Persia's capital 
city, seems laden with all the incense 
of the East ; the rising sun is just turn- 
ing the mighty Tigris into a sea of 
amber and gold; the birds are singing 
their matin hymn ; a more beautiful 
and pleasing scene can hardly be im- 
agined than that which lies stretched 
panorama-like before the eye, as one 
gazes from a window of the throne- 
room in the royal palace. 

And yet this very room is full of 
hopeless misery and all the grim ac- 
companiments of despair. But a few 
hours ago the infant son of the king 
has been stolen, as he lay asleep with 
the royal signet ring on his finger. 
Search parties are being organized to 


scour the country in every direction, 
but it is with a sinking heart that the 
King hears of their failure. In holy 
resignation he yields to the will of 
the Mighty One. 

* * * 

Twenty years have passed. Time has 
laid a heavy hand on the brow of the 
Persian King. No longer is his arm 
strong to strike for his country ; no 
longer is his hair glossy as the raven's 
back ; no longer is his voice deep and 
loud like the rumbling of thunder, or 
the hoarse baying of the sea on the 
rocks. Still, though he feels that life's 
candles are nearly burnt out, some- 
thing tells him that he will see his 
son in the flesh ere death comes upon 
him. Often in visions he has seen him 
beautiful with all the soul's expansion, 
and always guardian angels have hov- 
ered over him. 

On a certain night many hundred 
years ago the King stood on the bal- 
cony of his palace watching the stars 
and wondering what mysteries they 
concealed. Even as he looks a star 
rises on heaven's blue coat brighter, 
more beautiful than any earthly thing. 
He, too, hears the call, and like the 
shepherd lad, he answers, "I come." 

Thus it happened that father and 
son — for the shepherd lad is no other 
than the Persian Prince — travelled in 
the same direction, and with the same 
guide; and Bethlehem, nestling amidst 
its olive groves, proved to be their 
common destination. The young 
Prince preceded his father into the Di- 
vine Presence by but a few hours. 

How bare the stable, thought the 
Prince, and how rude the cradle, the 

rough-hewn manger ! There lay the 
infant King, His tiny body wrapped in 
swaddling clothes, and warmed by the 
breath of dumb animals. Down falls 
the Prince in adoration, while angel 
choirs are singing, and all the world 
seems to rejoice. He offers his ring, 
for it is all he has, to Jesus, and Joseph 
accepts it for Him. How proud he is 
to see it glisten on the finger of the 
Divine Infant ! With a heart full of 
joy, the Prince throws himself on his 
knees in a far corner to pray fervently 
to the Father in heaven. 

At this moment the Persian King 
enters in state and he also offers hom- 
age to the new-born King. But, stay ! 
is not that the royal signet ring of 
Persia that seems so to delight young 
Jesus; or is but another vision, another 
creation of an overwrought brain? St. 
Joseph sees his surprise and tells him 
the story of the shepherd lad. Slowly 
it begins to dawn on the mind of the 
King that his long-lost son is found 
at last. Turning around, he comes 
face to face with the Prince, grown tall 
and comely, but still the same Prince 
stolen so long ago from his father. 
Now the King knows that God was in- 
strumental in causing his great grief, 
and that it was but a burden to try his 

Imagine the joy of their reunion, 
smiled on and brought about by the 
most intimate influence of Christ. 
Well, dear reader, we will leave the 
father and son united in the presence 
of their God on the first Christmas 
morn ; on the morn of a da)' that has 
been celebrated for nineteen hundred 
years throughout the length and 
breadth of the world. 




"Um-m-m-m-uh ! foh de lub o' 

"What's the matter, Hen?" 

"Nuttin' ; jest some fool b'ar been 
'roun here durin' de night and stole 
dat good ham yo'all was savin' foh 

Well, here was tough luck, if the 
smoke's words were true. I came out 
of the cabin and went over to the 
"cache" where Hen was looking wist- 
fully at the place once held by the 
ham. It was gone all right, and the 
trail the bear made was plain as day. 
The large box which held more of our 
grub was scratched by Bruin's paws, 
but as he was contented with the ham 
and didn't bother us or try to enter 
the shanty, we felt pretty well satis- 

"Well, Hen, what's doing now? Do 
you feel like travelling that long 20 
miles into Anaconda and getting some 
of that delicious ham you like so 

Hen twirled a meditative kink while 
figuring out the time the trip would 

"Yas, ah reckon ah kin do it, but 
ah sho' would like to get mah revenge 
on dat b'ar fust." 

"All right; you can get all the re- 
venge you want, for we are going aft- 
er him very soon." 

As I turned to leave, "Pug" O'Brian 
and J. Walcott Harrington, Jr., 

strolled out of the shanty and came 
over to us. 

"What's the row?" questioned 

"The hunk of pork has eloped with 
Bruin to hibernate," I answered. 

"Where ith Hibernate?" put in J. 

That queered it ; even old Hen had 
the laugh on him. The absence of 
said ham quieted the laugh, though, 
and the quartet bent earnestly to the 
plan for getting some good bear meat 
to take the place of our lost Armour's 
Special. Pug and I went back to the 
"palace" for the rifles. We handed J. 
Walcott his piece of ordnance, which, 
by the way, was a .22 squirrel scarer. 
He handled it gingerly, albeit lovingly, 
showing him to be a true hunter at 
heart, if not in eye and hand. 

"Ith dith going to be a weal hunt?" 
he asked. 

"VVhat'ch you think it is — target 
practice?" asked Pug. 

Pug's words didn't seem to liven up 
poor Walcott. Instead, they made 
him feel a little down in the mouth. 
He was for staying at home to watch 
the shack. 

"Look here, Wally," I said, "do you 
think we're going to leave you here 
to be chawed up by any strange cougar 
or bear that happens along?" 

"Yeth, Wally," mimicked Pug, "you 



weally would be twerribly mussed up 
by the animuls." 

"Mistah Harrin'tun, yo'all bettah 
come 'long ; it sho' ain't healthy 'round 
heah by yo'se'f." 

Poor Wally saw that the best course 
lay with us; so along he followed. 

After we had covered a mile or so 
through the woods, a few flakes of 
snow drifted down. Hen dropped 
back little by little, and then returned 
to fix up the shanty against what might 
be a fair-sized snow storm. The three 
of us kept on, our hounds running be- 
fore us, noses close to the trail. At 
noon we stopped to put down a little 
grub, then we were off again. The 
snow all this time was coming down 
in large flakes, covering up the once 
fresh trail. Terror, my hound, started 
up a cottontail, and Wally, seeing fair 
game ahead, plunged after him. Pug 
and I kept straight on, until hearing 
the "ping, ping" of Wally's rifle, the 
uproar of the dog, and Wally's yells, 
which were calling on us for help, our 
curiosity mastered us and we turned in 
the direction of the sound. How he did 
it I don't know, but there was Wally, 
and on the ground near him was not 
the rabbit, but a full-grown lynx. 

"Great guns! Wally; how did you 
do it?" I asked. 

"That ith the biggeth tom-cat I ever 
thaw; and when I cried 'Meow!' he 
thnarled hawfully, and Twerror fluffed 
all up and gwowled. Ith wath sum- 
thin' twerrible." 

Pug looked as solemn as an owl, and 
I didn't dare laugh. 

"The critter has the whole sixteen 
shots in him," remarked Pug, who had 
been examining Wally's rifle to see 
how it was done. The repeater was 

"What's to be done with it?" I 

"Watch your Uncle Pug," and 
straightway O'Brian began to skin the 
lynx. After his task was accomplish- 
ed, Wally gave us the startling infor- 
mation that his feet were cold. Well, 
as there wasn't much chance to get the 
bear, we struck out for home. The 
snow was driving against us, and it 
was almost imposs Me to see a hundred 
feet to the front, bjt we had to keep 
travelling. About 4 o'clock Wally gave 
out; he was blue in the face and the 
poor duffer could barely navigate. 

"Take a good healthy swig of this, 
an' it'll warm you up," said Pug as he 
handed Wally the flask of brandy. 
Then O'Brian and I rubbed his hands 
and face and pounded a little on him to 
bring back the circulation. 

"D'ye think we kin carry him back? 
How far have we travelled?" 

"I confess, Pug, you've treed me. I 
don't even know in what direction the 
shack is; it's so dark." 

"Then this is a devil of a mess; don't 
know where we are ; Wally too played 
out to move, and," here Pug examined 
his pockets, "only two biscuits with a 
hunk of meat. We sure can't live long 
on this, so let's fix up a break and to- 
morrow we can start for somewhere, 
and thank our stars if we ever get 


"Oh, come off; don't be so lugub- 
rious." I made light of the matter, and 
the Irishman's face took on an optim- 
istic grin, telling me better than words 
that we would come out all right. 

"Well, let's start in, then," he said. 

A thick growth of underbrush help- 
ed us considerably, as the snow had 
not covered much of the ground be- 
neath it. O'Brian's hatchet did won- 
ders, making a snug little windbreak 
of twigs and boughs. All the holes 
over it I covered with snow to a fair 
thickness, then I cleared a space in 
front of the opening. All the dry 
branches I could find by the very un- 
certain light I stacked together, then 
I hacked at a fallen log, and after 
warming the ozone with sundry curso- 
ry expressions on our luck in particu- 
lar and things in general, I had a pile 
of dry chips. By dint of patient whit- 
tling I had enough to start the fire and 
the tiny flame grew into a comfortable 

Brandy on the inside and a warm 
fire on the outside thawed Wally out. 
He ate to the last crumb the biscuits 
Pug gave him, then stretched length- 
wise by the fire, asking us to kindly 
keep the sparks off him, as he wished 
to sleep. O'Brian and myself sat 
down and sucked on our "dudeens" 
till the tobaccy fried on us, then he of 
the sunset dome stretched out by 
Wally, saying that I should take first 
watch. I sat propped up against the 
log, feet to the fire, refilled my bowl 
and smoked. My thoughts turned to 
our present situation. We certainly 
were in a bad fix, miles from nowhere, 

and no landmarks to guide us. Well, 
I didn't care much, and anyhow I was 
too drowsy to mind. 

Why was the fire beginning to glow 
with that greenish hue? Heavens! how 
cold my back was ! I lay down with 
my back to the fire ; that seemed better, 
but now my feet and hands burned 
me ; my body was pricked with red- 
hot points. I must get away from that 
fire. Stop ! What was that moving 
outside? I listened, but could hear 
nothing, yet surely I did hear a move- 
ment just then. Yes; there it is again. 
Heavy breathing and a soft body rub- 
bing against the sides of the house. A 
growl. Why don't the dogs chase the 
intruder away? Oh, yes; I left them 
at the windbreak with Wally and Pug. 
What's that? Distinctly the sound 
came to my ears: "P'chap, p'chap, 
p'chap !" Good Lord ! it's the bear, and 
in our grub again. Where was my 
rifle? Here it is. Cautiously, very 
cautiously, I opened the door and 
glided out. In the white light of the 
full moon I saw him. What a monster, 
and how those teeth glistened as he 
went after his meal. Quietly I drop- 
ped on one knee, took steady aim at 
the most vulnerable spot, and— "click!' 
Again I pulled the trigger, but the 
same "click." The bear heard and 
turned. A slow growl rumbled out 
from his throat, and with head lower- 
ed to the level of his haunches, he 
gazed full at me. Those little eyes of 
his burned holes into me. I stood 
there looking at him as he slowly rais- 
ed himself on his hind feet. Move or 
yell I could not. A terrible fear paral- 




yzed me. With what devilish slow- 
ness he came toward me ! Was this to 
be my end — crushed to death by a 
bear? My head swam, darkness came 
upon me ; I reeled and fell into the 
arms of the bear. His teeth bit into 
my shoulder, but I didn't seem to 
mind ; again he bit, but how soft his 
teeth were. The third time he sunk 
his fangs into my shoulder. I came out 
of the faint and looked up. 

Hen was shaking me by the shoul- 
der and asking if I could take a little 
hot coffee and some toast. Pug was at 
the couch, grinning like his baboon an- 
cestor, and Wally, his phiz wreathed in 
a heavenly smile, came over to shake 
hands. They propped me up with pil- 
lows, and while I made away with the 
coffee and hot buttered toast, Pug told 
me how it came about. 

"This is the short and long of it," he 
began. "When we wandered around 
in the storm we had the right direc- 
tion for home and didn't know it. The 
fact is that we fixed up our windbreak 

about two hundred yards from this 
shack of ours. A little after I turned 
over you dozed off and fell into a stu- 
por from the cold. Old Jo-Jo had you 
as bad as Wally. Hen was expecting 
us to get in and he didn't become un- 
easy till 9 or 10 o'clock. Then he 
starts out to do his part. He fired 
that old gun a dozen or more times, 
yelling as loud as he could in the 
meantime. Finally he got help. His 
optics ain't any too sharp, but they 
were good enough to show him the 
glow of our fire, and he got wise. One 
lantern he left on the bench outside to 
guide himself by and with the other he 
made a bee-line for our diggin's. 
Wally and myself he woke up and 
gave us a little stimulant ; but you 
the whole community couldn't wake 
you up — you were froze stiff. I thought 
you had croaked and gone skyward. 
We carried you here, and that is the 
end of it — except one little item which 
you should know, and that is, Hen 
killed the bear a little after he returned 




1 1 

Autumn, the painter of forests, has 
passed away, leaving in his wake vast 
meadows of yellowed down, the top 
of which is made hoary by the white 
frost, glistening in the feeble sunshine. 

And now Winter, the proud and 
cruel monarch of blizzards, bears down 
upon us in all his pomp and glory. 

Then the first snow comes. How 
beautiful it appears to the gaze as it 
falls softly all around us, covering the 
roofs of the houses and spreading its 
pall of whiteness over the cold mounds 
of the dead. All the landscape appears 
as one mass of glittering gems, throw- 
ing back the shimmering of the sun- 
shine, made doubly beautiful by the 
brightness of the snow. Here and 
there, jutting upward from the white- 
ness, stands a leafless giant, now re- 
vealing more fully the wonderful 
beauty and intricacies of its branches. 
And with Winter comes that weird 
silence that bespeaks the want and 
desolation of the heartless season of 

Thus day after day rolled on until at 
last the eve of Christmas has arrived. 
Now, indeed, the world has awakened 
from its slumber and Nature fits on a 
new garb of glistening whiteness to do 
honor to the Babe on this night born 
in a stable of Bethlehem. 

Now are the echoes of midnight rev- 
elry wafted from all parts of the world. 
The stores are filled with Christmas 
gifts ; fine candies are put up in gaily- 

decorated boxes for the Christmas tree. 
Street venders are busily engaged in 
selling holly wreaths and mistletoe. 

Thus was the state of affairs this 
Christmas eve night in the little city 

of . I had been in the back of 

the town on a mission of charity and I 
was just then returning. I drew my 
overcoat more tightly around me and 
gave freedom to a train of thoughts as 
I bent my footsteps toward my home. 
"My, what a season of want this is," I 
told myself. Every day some poor old 
beggar came to my door to ask for a 
bite to eat and an old coat to protect 
him somewhat from the cold. 

My thoughts here flew afar off to the 
snow-covered city of Bethlehem and 
followed that Bright Star shining so 
beautifully in the heavens, and thus to 
the shivering little Babe, lying in the 

Here I was brought back to my 
senses with a jolt by a low, almost in- 
audible moan. I halted for a moment, 
but not being sure that I had heard 
anything after all, I started on again, 
taking it as a trick of my imagination, 
or else the moaning of the wind. But 
again the same low note of agony ar- 
rested me. It seemed to come from 
an old hut in front of which I was 
standing. It appeared to be but an old 
shed, worm-eaten and damp, and al- 
most ready to fall. It could boast of 
only one rotten door, which was all 
battered up. 



I strode quickly over to a window in 
the side of the shed and gazed in. 
What a gruesome picture was placed 
before my astonished eyes ! The pale 
moon, casting its sickly rays through 
the window, revealed a small, bare, 
ugly room. In one corner of the room 
was an old wooden box, covered with 
dust. And in the other a heap of straw 
upon which was stretched the figure 
of a man. My God ! What a sight it 
was! His old, wrinkled face was 
stamped with the features of death, 
and his head was covered with a tan- 
gled mass of gray hair, made silvery by 
the pale moonlight. His gaunt body 
was clothed in an old pair of trousers 
and a tattered shirt ; two pieces of rag 
around his feet served as shoes. His 
breath came in sharp, quick gasps, 
alone breaking the weird silence that 
pervaded over all. Suddenly he raised 
himself with an effort and his white 
lips moved, and these are the words I 
heard as I stood there horrified and 

"O God ! is there any forgiveness 
for me, the greatest sinner that ever 
walked the face of the earth? My Lord, 
I have denied Thee hundreds, yea, 
thousands of times. I have battled 
against Thee; I have blasphemed 
Thee ; I have even hated Thee ! How 
often have I nailed Thee to the cross, 
Thou who hast suffered the torments 
of Calvary for me, an ungrateful 

wretch ! My Jesus ! Thou who wast 
born upon this night, hear the prayer 
of a contrite sinner; let my soul be 
born again with Thee ; and Thou Jesus, 
forgive ! O forgive !" The last word 
was wrung from his heart in a moan 
and echoed wildly in my ears. His 
head fell back ; slowly his body stif- 
fened ; his face became pointed and 
marble-like; a smile appeared upon his 
cold features and stayed there — a smile 
of happiness. 

The wind outside howled and 
shrieked and hurled itself fiercely 
against the creaking shanty with the 
fury of a hundred demons. 

But inside was the peace of Paradise. 
I almost seemed to hear the voices of 
angels softly and sweetly rising 
from around the heap of straw, sing- 
ing the forgiveness of a penitent soul 
and the praises of the Babe of Bethle- 
hem ! "Gloria in Excelsis Deo." 

The next day I had the man buried 
in the Catholic Cemetery and for many 
a day had fresh flowers placed upon the 
neat little grave in the corner of the 

Never indeed will that picture be 
blotted from my memory, and I pray 
God that I may be as penitent when 
I face Almighty God in judgment as 
that poor unknown prodigal in the 
wretched little hut that Christmas eve 





Before the first faint streak of rosy- 
fingered dawn had begun to gleam be- 
yond the horizon I had snugly en- 
sconced myself in a great arm chair on 
the top balcony of the east wing of 
the College, prepared to watch the 
glorious Day-King as he mounted the 
heavens in his chariot of fire. 

Silently, almost imperceptibly, the 
brilliancy of the stars began to wane 
as the east changed from deepest blue 
to a lighter and brighter hue. The 
change was now more rapid — almost 
suddenly it seemed as if a vast confla- 
gration had broken out on the oppo- 
site side of Montrose, whose dim azure 
outline silhouetted against the flaming 
sky was barely discernible in the hazy 

It was now dawn and every object, 
both far and near, was beginning to 
assume its proper size and shape and 

To the left the view was cut off by 
the "bearded oaks," which were literal- 
ly alive with birds feeding on the abun- 
dant crop of luscious acorns. Sud- 
denly the birds took wing and whirred 
away to the southeast, down among 
the pines. While I was wondering 
what could be the cause of this sud- 
den move, my eyes lighted on a great 
hawk perched among the boughs just 
vacated by the birds. 

Far away to the right lay the green- 

clad hills stretching on in endless suc- 
cession towards the Gulf of Mexico. 
But all this was poor and common- 
place when compared with the en- 
chanting scene which was now unfold- 
ing before me. 

The level sun's broad disc was now 
just clear of Montrose, and from out 
his fiery furnaces streamed a flood of 
such dazzling light as no human eye 
could gaze upon. Right before me lay 
mile on mile of alternate hill and dale, 
all clad in their robes of perennial ver- 
dure, now shimmering in a sea of 
blinding light. But look far out be- 
yond both hill and dale — whence comes 
that perfect sea of living light? Is it 
some lake of molten silver catching up 
and reflecting and even seeming to 
intensify every ray of that mighty 
flood of bright white light streaming 
across Montrose? No; it is the broad 
expanse of waters of Mobile Bay, with 
its bright and gently undulating waves 
lightening with its borrowed splendor. 

Enraptured with the surpassing 
beauty of this scene, I sat facing the 
east like a Moslem waiting for sunrise, 
to begin his orisons, until one of my 
companions, fascinated by the same 
sublime spectacle, touched me on the 
shoulder and said : "Don't you know, 
I've travelled through many lands and 
over many waters, and never yet have 
I beheld a scene to compare with 





On that Christmas when Our Sav- 
iour was born, not only heaven and 
earth rejoiced, but even inanimate na- 
ture sung his praises. The shepherds 
in the stable knelt and adored the God- 
man. The wind, whistling through 
the trees, seemed to make them speak 
words of praise of the Infant. Outside 
the cave there stood three trees, a 
palm, an olive and a cedar. They were 
holding a conversation concerning the 
birth of the Saviour. Each one sway- 
ed by the wind bent its branches over 
in an endeavor to see the Blessed In- 
fant within. 

Said the palm: "I have fine large 
branches to offer the Blessed Infant as 
a fan to keep the warm air from around 
his brow." 

The olive declared: "I can offer 
sweet-scented oil to perfume the air in 
the stable." 

As the cedar began to speak the oth- 
ers interrupted, saying that it had 
nothing to offer save prickly points, 
and that the perfume of the cedar was 
that of ill-smelling rosin. The cedar 
realized this and drew back in shame, 
not jealous of the good fortune of the 
other trees, but contented in its sim- 
plicity. Near the cedar, unseen and 
unheard during the conversation, an 
angel had listened. He felt sorry for 
the cedar and resolved to help it. 

The palm went into the cave and of- 
fered its token with these words : "Ac- 
cept this humble gift, O Lord God of 
the palms. In order that you may have 

your little brow cooled, I present you 
with my finest leaf for a fan." 

Next came the olive and with these 
words presented its gift : "O God, 
Ruler of the olive trees, receive this 
sweet-scented oil, so that the foul air 
of the stable may be excluded from 
your presence." 

During this time the cedar stood 
back in the shadows. It was not jeal- 
ous of the others; no, not it; it was 
really swaying to and fro with joy. 
Its branches whistled in the wind with 
great glee at the speeches of the other 

Then the angel, calling down the 
stars from heaven, decorated the cedar 
with them until it shone with a bril- 
liant lustre. He entwined the Milky 
Way in its branches and fixed a beau- 
tiful comet on the top. Taking the 
cedar into the stable, the angel placed 
it near the Infant's crib. What a beau- 
tiful sight it was ! In the middle was 
a large white star which shed its bril- 
liance throughout the stable. On all 
sides of it were arranged stars of va- 
rious sizes and hues, so that it resem- 
bled a magnificent rainbow. When 
the Infant awoke He paid no attention 
to the gifts of the palm and olive, but 
He was enraptured over the beautiful 
cedar. Such was the beauty of the 
tree that it was given the exclusive 
distinction of being the "Christmas 
Tree" which delights so many little 
souls, and large ones, too, on every 
Christmas morn. 





The "Seeing- Washington" car, full 
of curious travellers, passed with a 
chug-chug and a honk in front of the 
residence of one J. Kaverly. 

"That's it !" shouted Cook's agent 
through a megaphone that looked like 
a conical water tank under repairs. 
"That's the residence of ex-President 
Kaverly of Megalopia — a little two-by- 
four, one-horse principality hugging 
the boundaries of Nicaragua. Notice 
the French window on the north side? 
Yes! That's where the would-be as- 
sassin, Calvera, was caught in a thril- 
ling tussle by Michael O' Flinn, the 
star detective of the police force." 

The humming, chugging, vibrating 
auto-'bus was shaking the life out of 
everybody. I noticed everyone and 
laughed. They were all jumping up 
and down like popcorn in a frying pan. 
The fat, quiet, jovial-looking gentle- 
man sitting by me, with the wide som- 
brero and a humming bird's egg size 
imitation diamond on a stud, smiled 
half cynically. While being churned 
in the car and bending forward with 
a casual movement as if he had forgot- 
ten his collar button, he patted me on 
the left member of a Society Brand 
pair of pants. 

"Ever heard of Kaverly before?" he 
inquired, mopping a semi-bald fore- 
head, shaped like a door-knob on a log 
cabin, with a rainbow-colored hand- 

"Can't say that I have," I retorted, 
as the jarring of the car made my voice 
feel like the scratch of a seismograph 
on smoked paper during a South Amer- 
ican earthquake. 

"You strike me as coming from the 
South, son ; somewhere along Alabama, 
eh?" he spluttered, falling all over me 
whilst endeavoring to regain his 

"How's that?" I angrily inquired, for 
I did come from around Alabama. 

"Most people around your part of 
the country never read the small para- 
graphs at the bottom of the last page 
of a yellow journal. You know, Cen- 
tral American outbursts of passion are 
so frequent that they can't be put in 
a headliner. I was at Megalopia my- 
self when they made Kaverly presi- 
dent. It happened like this:" (Tab- 
leau, auto pitching like a demon; fat 
jovial gentleman making Ciceronian 
gestures ; Congressional library in 

"Megalopia was a noisy, lazy, gum- 
chewing republic, ruled by a cognac 
toper named Pezra, or anything you 
want to call him. He was a bad lot 
that guy. But had plenty of bones and 
could rattle them. There had been 
trouble there of late and Kaverly was 
sent as a correspondent for the 
"Moon." Well, we landed down there 
and that town looked to me more like 
a rotten potato stewed up in a Chinese 
restaurant than a 'pueblo.' 



"Mosquitoes? See this, young fel- 
low?" and he rolled up a sleeve, ex- 
posing a big, fat arm with pin holes all 
around it, looking more like a pin-cush- 
ion than a member of the human anat- 

"Well," he continued, "those holes 
were made by mosquitoes. And the 
first thing that met us was a delegation 
of mosquitoes that welcomed us with- 
out a brass band. We took a 'coche' 
and went up town, passing along a 
narrow street on the order of a Jer- 
sey City sidewalk. They stuck us in 
a hotel, or what we might call a buck- 
et shop, called 'Hotel Quartel.' Right 
in front of the two-by-three-and-a-half 
frat house a brass band was playing a 
desert waltz for the benefit of an out- 
landish congregation, which I after- 
ward learned was the garrison. Talk 
about your barracks and uniforms ; 
why, man, the quarters looked to me 
more like a grandstand in a Texas 
League town, minus whitewash, than 
anything like snoozing quarters. And 
the soldiers — all had on red uniforms 
with enough gold to put Vandy in the 
shade. And mean looking! Phew! 
They resembled bronco steerers com- 
ing in for a crap game. They danced, 
sang, drank some hot stuff called 'agua 
ardiente,' which made you dance the 
barn dance without the frills of so- 
ciety advertisement, and sleep the next 
half of the 24 hours. Old Kaverly was 
sore. So was I. We couldn't sleep 
at night nor in the day time. They 
kept up the singing and fooling till 
1 o'clock at night. Electric lights ? No ! 
Not a one ! They burned a big bonfire 

to scare away visiting mosquitoes and 
to see by. 

"Well, Kaverly finally hit upon an 
idea. He took a couple of firecrackers 
we had brought along to celebrate 
New Year's with and threw them in 
the bonfire. Talk about scooting! 
Scooting ain't the word ; why, they 
dived into their rat hole of a 'quartel' 
or whatever it was, and everything was 
quiet till next day. Presently the ser- 
geant came around to inspect us, with 
a murderous-looking 'machete' and 
one side of his face encased in ban- 
dages — effects of the fireworks, I guess. 
Talk about curse words, why, you 
could make a dictionary out of them. 
He made the air so redhot cursing that 
the mosquitoes would drop dead, fried 
to a frazzle. I could hear him hiss 
through his cute mustache, 'Ameri- 
cano !' We could see the air sizzling 
hot around him and Kaverly would 
stick his head out of the window and 
shout, 'Hey, there! What's the matter? 
Scoot! D'ye hear! Evade! Erump! 
Shoo !' Then I'd light a firecracker and 
hit the old broken-down horse on the 
legs and see the thing jump and scour 
the territory with the hissing sergeant 
cursing on his back, whilst the wide 
'sombrero' floated in the breeze. 

"That ended the midnight assem- 
blies, and for the next week Kaverly 
was considered a bad egg. I didn't 
care as long as I could sit in front of 
the scorpion-filled hotel, smoking a big 
cigar and trying to kill 'skeeters. 

"One night, however, Kaverly 
brought forth from the bottom of the 
trunk an old broken-down phono- 



graph and began playing for the 
boys. In no time we had the entire 
population of Megalopia listening to 
the gruff voice of an old comedian try- 
ing to sing, 'In the shade — gr-gr-sprut- 
sprut-of the.' They'd sing and dance 
and listen whilst the machine would 
keep on its 'sprut-g-r-r-grut.' Then 
there was a commotion. Before we 
knew it there steps up a pair of skinny 
'caballos,' drawing a Victoria, in which 
sat the president. Everybody bowed 
and salaamed before him, and as he 
stepped up to me, everybody shouted 
'Viva el presidente !' What ! was that 
the result of the election?' I inquired 
of Kaverly, who was busy talking to 
the president. 'No, you fool ; they are 
shouting for the president,' he answer- 
ed uncomfortably. So the president 
heard the phono and was so delighted 
that he invited the president of the 
neighboring republic of Migara to 
come and hear a 'wonderful talking 

"Did he come? I should say. Why, 
the whole family came along, all dress- 
ed like queens in a carnival affair. Had 
pretty daughters, though. Kinder fell 
in love with one of them myself. Yes, 
the whole family came, and both pres- 
idents and their respective families oc- 
cupied a position in the auditorium and 
listened to the darn thing bellow, 
'Wait till the sun shines, Nelly — gr-gr, 
prut-trutt-gr.' 'Magnifico !' shouts 
his honor from Migara.' 'Muy bueno! 
Fine! Good!' And he shook his head 
in terms of satisfaction. Then speaks 
up the prettiest daughter, and says 
something like 'Otra vez!' 'Oh, yes,' 

said I ; 'sure, fine ; I know it, very 
good ; bought it at New York. Si, 
senorita.' She shook her head and 
smiled (that smile went right through 
me. too), and pointed to the machine. 

" 'Oh ! I see ! You want me to play 
it again? Sure!' So I played 'Dixie.' 
They seemed to like that, and clapped 
their hands and hit their fans against 
the backs of the chairs to express their 
sentiments of gratitude. This ended 
the concert, though it seemed to me 
more like a home 'gather around' 
than entertaining the president. Both 
presidents then inspected the machine, 
and Kaverly, seeing that they were so 
well pleased with it, offered it to the 
one who wanted it the worse. 

"His honor from Megalopia express- 
ed his wishes to obtain it. The other 
guy said he wanted it. Then there fol- 
lowed so many cross words that I 
stood near the door listening to it, 
though it sounded like the breaking of 
china or an Indian celebration. They 
both drew swords and began cutting 
the air to pieces. The clatter and clang 
of steel summoned the soldiers from 
the 'quartel,' and they all came forward 
like a crack football eleven in a scrim- 
mage. They grabbed the 'presidentes' 
and locked them up, amidst the wails 
and cries of the pretty daughters. I 
saw it was my time to act. Placing the 
phono in the captain's hands, I said, 
'Take it.' Then they all yelled with de- 
light and their yelling made tears flow 
from my eyes, for it reminded me so 
much of a college glee club. 

"'Viva Kaverly, Presidente!" they 
all shouted, and they put the old boy 



in the Victoria and drove him to the 
palace. Pretty decent place, that pal- 
ace. After seating him in the presi- 
dent's chair they all went out, bowing 
and grinning like savages with a look- 
ing glass. 

"Did we take the presidency? Sure! 
The old boy was so pleased that he 
ransacked the whole house till he 
found some good cigars and 'agua ardi- 
ente,' and smoked and drank till I made 
him quit. 'Nice comfortable situation, 
eh, old boy?' I said, biting off the end 
of a fat smokerino ; 'reminds me of the 
days in old New York.' 'Yaas,' he 
drawled, putting his feet on the ma- 
hogany desk, upsetting a bottle of ink ; 
'fine, juicy, sticky position. I'll make 
you—' 'What's that?' I shouted, as I 
heard a rumbling noise coming up the 
stairs. 'Hades let loose, eh? Well, 
here goes !' and I drew my revolver. 

" 'No use ; put the bullet-kicker in 
the pants ; they ain't going to hurt you ; 
they're a good set of boys,' responded 
Kaverly, speaking of the 'quarter com- 

" 'They might and they might not 
be; at any rate, I draw my kicker; 
they look like a bar room bunch to 
muh.' Then in came the bunch of bron- 
co-busters with the machine, expostu- 
lating in several different tongues. 'No 
save !' I shouted ; 'get under the desk or 
I shoot the noise-maker.' 

" 'Drop it, you fool,' groaned Kaver- 
ly at the other end. 'Senores,' he said, 
turning to the soldiers, 'you want 
phono? Phono no run? Yes! I see!' 
And he showed them how to twist the 
handle. Then they retired, thanking 

us and calling Kaverly 'presidente,' and 
they put two guards at the door. 

We kept on chewing the rag and 
smoking, awaiting the next rehearsal 
of a tragedy, and up comes senor the 
sergeant (who, by the way, later tried 
to assassinate Kaverly), with a big 
'machete' and a mustache turned up 
till I thought it would scratch his eyes 
out. But the guards would not let him 
in. They said, 'Presidente occupado.' 
He was furious. He wanted to fight. 
Cursed in divers manners and went 

" 'Say, old boy,' remarked Kaverly, 
after a few minutes, 'things are turn- 
ing up hot as pancakes in a railroad 
restaurant and regular as money in a 
big bank, so I'm off to hunt some 
money and anything else I can find !' 
He took off his coat and set to work. 
Presently he came in with diamond 
pins and pearls and all kind of jewelry. 
'Put 'em in your pocket; never mind 
about the cost!' We slept well that 
night, and in the morning Kaverly 
couldn't find his coat. 

" 'Take any old thing and let's ex- 
pect the fireworks,' I advised; 'we 
don't care for expenses.' 

"Just about that time the whole 
bunch of cutthroats came bouncing 
into the room like dice out of a coon's 
fingers They wanted to fight, to kill ; 
they drew their machetes and hurled 
cusswords at us till the room was hot. 
'Phew!' I remarked, smiling fearfully; 
'it's powerfully warm in this presiden- 
tial cell. 

"'What's the matter?" thundered 
Kaverly, in an authoritative manner. 



'You had better look out ; those ma- 
chetes are shap,' I admonished. 

" 'I'm president ! Skidoo ! 23 ! shoo ! 
be off!' But there they stood, shaking 
their fists and their machetes till the 
air seemed to turn to buttermilk. 'Tell 
that to Sweeney!' I shouted, with the 
bullet-kicker in my hands; 'pooh! no 
bueno! mucho bullo! Sabe?' 'But,' I 
said, turning to Kaverly, 'I know the 
trouble; the phono is busted.' 'What! 
the phono busted? Oh, Lord!' 

"Then up steps the president Pezra, 
or anything you want to call him, ac- 
companied by the royal escort, demand- 
ing an apology. We saw it was high 
time to be leaving. I drew my gun, 
sent three shots in the air, one at the 
crowd, and making an end-run through 
a French window, landed square on the 
lawn. I got up in time to see Kaverly 
make a center rush through another 
window and we then flew down the 
road to a little shack they called the 
railroad station. Taking out the re- 
liable six-shooter, I commanded the 
engineer of the two-inch-gauge track, 
good-for-nothing hill-climber to go. It 
was so sudden that the poor fellow 
didn't know what lever to pull. When 
we did go we saw the garrison close 
behind us cutting the atmosphere with 
their machetes till the air bled. 

" 'Mucho bad,' I shouted ; 'too mucho 
bullo.' Then followed a crash of sound 
waves that put the bombardment of 
Port Arthur in the shade. 'Bah Jove, 
old chap,' I groaned, wiping the beads 
of perspiration from my forehead, 
'we're anathematized.' 

"'What?' he queried, frowning, T 
don't know what that means ; did you 

get it from them? But (then his face 
lit up like a persimmon in the sunlight) 
fortunate circumstance, I've got on the 
president's coat full of money and jew- 
elry !' Then he searched the other 
pockets. 'Gosh ! look at these smok- 
erinos ! Here goes; have one? Yes?' 

"And sitting on the platform of the 
empty car, he calmly lit a cigar, put it 
between his lips and sighed as the 
train pulled up an ant hill: 'It's a bad, 
tough job to be president of Megalo- 
pia.' 'Oh, no,' I answered, rather satis- 
fied with the experience; T think that 
the boys are a good lot ! 

' 'Carruja !' shouted someone from 
the other end. 

" 'What ! is there a conductor on 
this overland?' 

' 'Sure thing! See that thing there?' 
and I pointed to an imitation of a 
sleepy sandwichman ; 'he's the conduc- 

"The said representative of the rail- 
road raised himself up like a camel in 
Barnum & Bailey's and shouted again : 

' 'Cambias para Mehaba !' 

" T was about to — '" 

Just then the "Seeing Washington'' 
auto gave a lurch and the passenger by 
my side who had been entertaining me 
with the story, tumbled all over me 
like a scrambled ostrich egfgr. 

"All out !" shouted Cook's agent, as 
the car stopped. "Tomorrow we have 
a ride to the Liberty Statue all for 50 
cents, two quarters, five dimes, ten 

"So long!" I shouted to my fellow- 
passenger, who was endeavoring to 
crawl out of the 'bus. "See you again 




J. P. NEWSHAM, JR., '12. 

It is a remarkable as well as a con- 
gratulatory thing to note the progress 
made by the spirit of peace in the last 
half of the decade just passed. Since 
the Russo-Japanese war it has ad- 
vanced with gigantic strides until, at 
present, practically the whole world is 
at peace. Nor is the future prospect 
any the less bright on account of cer- 
tain complications in Central America, 
for has not Central America ever been 
a hot-bed of revolution, of plots and 
counter plots, which, like clouds in a 
summer sky, soon blow over, leaving 
behind nothing but an unruffled ex- 
panse of azure. 

Consider the blessings of peace. It 
brings happiness and prosperity to na- 
tions, domestic joy to the individual; it 
eliminates the horrors of warfare, the 
curse of Cain, the severing of the 
bonds of brotherhood, and all the grim 
panoply of war. Jealousy and cupidity 
have too long spread sable-winged de- 
struction over this fair earth of ours ; 
too long have hatred and envy held su- 
preme sway; too long has man denied 
his Maker's precepts. 

Of course, at times, it is necessary 
for a nation to uphold its rights, sacred 
and inviolate. But at such a time pas- 
sion should not sway the minds of 
those who hold the balance of power, 
but rather, they should discuss every 
pro and con of the question calmly, 
sanely, reasonably. It should be ex- 

amined in every light, from every point 
of view, and then carefully weighed in 
the scales of justice. 

This is an enlightened age, and one 
in which man is just awakening to a 
realization of his power for good or 
evil. That power is a heaven-born 
gift, a gift which we have no right to 
treat lightly by its abuse. War is con- 
trary to the spirit of Christ, for has not 
the spirit of Christ always been syn- 
onymous with the spirit of peace? Its 
triumph marks the triumph of brain 
over brawn, of reason over brute force; 
it is but another victory of Christ, an- 
other rung in the ladder by which 
we climb from lowly earth to exalted 

Calmly, then, we hope this world of 
ancient strife will roll on; calmly, tran- 
quilly, smoothly, like some gallant 
ship that has weathered the gale, and 
now seems the more joyously to leap 
from curling crest to snowy summit. 
From now on the rule of right binds 
the nation as well as the individual, the 
city as well as the town, the empire as 
well as the state, till it enclasps in its 
sevenfold embrace the entire human 
family; till as the Christmas season, so 
full itself of the very essence of the 
spirit of peace, approaches, the whole 
world, from north to south, from east 
to west, from pole to pole, shall re- 
sound with one cry : "Glory to God 
on high, and on earth peace to men of 
good will." 





"Hello, 'Bo." 

"Why, Buddy, howdy?" 

At these words I sat up and looked 
around. I had been lying stretched 
out at full length on a grassy bank be- 
side the track of the Frisco Railroad in 
Northern Mississippi and was just 
dozing off under the soothing influ- 
ence of old Sol when the above re- 
marks aroused me. 

"How's biz?" rejoined Bo. 

"Duller'n de back of an axe ; hain't 
had a handout since yestiddy afore- 
noon," was the doleful response. 

"Hard luck, old pal," said Bo, sooth- 
ingly ; "but seein' as yer belong to de 
perfesh, I'll jes' set yer up to a Del- 

I peered through the weeds that girt 
the track and saw just across the sid- 
ing, which was filled with cars, a pair 
of genuine, simon-pure "Weary Wil- 
lies" of the tribe of the "great un- 
washed." The one whom I later rec- 
ognized as Buddy was a jolly looking 
chap with a big, round fat face, stub- 
bled over with a fortnight's growth of 
whiskers. His raiment was rather 
cosmopolitan than metropolitan — a 
composite of the genteel, the Gentile 
and coxcomb : a Prince Albert coat, 
a "fried egg" hat, corduroy pants, 
well ventilated shoes and, to all ap- 
pearances, flesh-colored socks. His 
compagnon du voyage was of a very 
different makeup. Of slighter build, 
with nicely chiseled but drawn and 

pinched features, a certain air of re- 
finement in his general bearing, <he 
wore the marks of having seen bet- 
ter (and bitter) days. His clothes 
were old and threadbare, but of a 
piece one part with another. He used 
the swagger and the lingo of the genus 
"hobo," but it didn't seem to come 
natural to him — rather put on with a 
"when - you're -in- Rome-do-as-Rome- 
does" sort of air. 

By this time Buddy had spread out 
on an old newspaper some hunks of 
bread and meat and a couple of pieces 
of pie. 

"Hully gee, Buddy," said Bo, open- 
ing his eyes as if an Eldorado had sud- 
denly opened up before him, "where 
clid you connect wid dat? Des hyar 
glims o' mine hain't sot on nothin' like 
dat since I run away from home in 
dear old Carliny." 

"Where'd I connect wid it? Not at 
none o' dem big, highfalutin' houses 
out on Swell street — nope, got it right 
back dar — see dat shanty by de pike? 
I was a beatin' back doors all morn- 
in' 'fore I run onto dat gole mine. 
Went up to a big house out dar in de 
wes' end an' knocked as gentle as a 
cat purrin' de carpet. Purty soon a 
big cook open de door — I could smell 
de most enticenest grub a-cookin' 
what you ever sot a tooth on — and I 
says, says I, 'Missus, would yer be so 
good as to help a poor man in trouble? 
I have a wife and thirteen children, five 



o' 'em twins.' 'Fido, Fido, whar is 
you?' de big cook say; an' as I know 
my name waren't Fido, I jest skee- 
daddled An' I waren't none too quick, 
nuther, for Fido was right dar wid de 
goods ; or, better'n dat, he was arter 
de goods, fer he was axing me for de 
loan o' my pantaloons at ev'ry clip. I 
bounced dat yard fence wid a mighty 
swoop, I'm a-tellin' yer, and didn't 
stop shinnin' it till I struck de nex 
corner. Den I hit up dat little shanty 
yonder, an' a poor ole woman in a 
gingham dress wid a couple o' dirty- 
faced kids a-clingin' to her apron come 
to de door. An' when I ax if she 
could gimme a handout she went an' 
fetched me dis. Chile," he went on, 
"you're a young un yet an' have a 
good deal to pick up about de road, so 
jest take a bit o' advice from your uncle 
as has been a 'boin' it for a many a 
day: Don't waste yer shoe ledder beat- 
in' back doors o' folks what's got lots 
o' spondulix. Dey hain't got nuthin' 
fer you. Take to de little houses — 
folks in dem can't brag o' much, but 
bein' in pretty near de same boat as 
yerself, dey feel fer you and dey'll 
split up what little dey have wid yer, 
God bless' em !" 

"But where's yer booze?" said Bo. 
"You surely don't intend to disgrace 
de perfesh by makin' a feller 'bo git on 
de outside o' a prohibition feed?" 

For answer Buddy reached into an 
empty freight car in the siding and 
took out a little brown jug. 

"Gwan now, dat's more like it," said 
Bo, sidling up closer to Buddy and 
smelling the jug. His delight was 

soon changed into astonishment when 
he saw Buddy seize a string hanging 
from the mouth of the jug and pull out 
a long chain of bits of sponge. 

"Have a drink," says Buddy, — "Del- 
monico's best, Mumm's Extra Dry," as 
he hands Bo one end of the string of 

"Beat it, wat do yer take me fur?" 
says Bo, "an ostrich or a sausage mill?' 

"Nuther one, Bo, but jes imagine yer 
a cane-mill an' squeeze de juice out o' 
dat end o' de string." And suiting the 
action to the word he took one of the 
bits of sponge into his mouth and 
chewed it with unmistakable gusto. 

"I say, Buddy," said Bo, staring 
widely, "war did yer get de moon- 

"Mum's de word, Bo; I jes went up 
to Flanagan's an' ask him to sell me a 
jug o' his best an' wen he done filled 
up de jug I took it and started out tel- 
lin' him to charge it to me. Well, I 
thought dat dar Hibernian would break 
de jug over my head, but he didn't. He 
jes took an' poured de rot-gut back in 
de barrel an' handed me back de jug 
wid a "git out o' here quick, and don't 
let me see yer ugly mug agin." Well 
Bo, let's us tank de Lord for what 
booze as wouldn't pour out fur Flan- 

"Longum iter per praecepta, breve 
et efficax per exempla" exclaimed Bo 
as he squeezed the juice out of a piece 
of sponge. 

"What's dat? wat's dat, Bo? Git 
dat off agin, will yer?" 

"Aw it haint nuthin," said Bo— "It's 
only a way o' sayin' dat ef yer wants 



folks to do anything dar haint no use a 
tellin' o' em — jes buckle down to biz 
and do it yerself, and ef it's de real 
ting dey'll foller yer like sheep toilers 
arter a bell wedder." 

"Yer don't tell me so," says Buddy, 
whose turn it was now to stare. "But 
wat gits my goat is war did yer ever 
tumble on to such highfalutin' jaw- 

For answer Bo turned his eyes away 
and looked serious and sorrowful. 

"Wat's de matter, Bo" said the big 
tattered and battered outcast of human 
kind with such a ring of genuine 
pathos in his voice that tears started 
to my eyes. "I always knowed yer 
didn't ezactly b'long to de frat," he 
went on. 

"Well, Buddy," said the other, 
brushing aside a tear that glistened on 
his long black eyelashes, "if you want 
to know I'll tell you. First then, the 
manners and the lingo I've used with 
you were all put on, — acted. I've only 
been " 'boin' it," as you call it, for a 
little more than a year. Over there 
beyond the mountains in dear old 
South Carolina, I have as good a home 
as there is on earth : a dear old father 
bent with years and the lovingest 
mother, both crying their eyes out 
over this miserable prodigal son ; and 
brothers and sisters as good and kind 
and generous as God ever made, and 
— and — " but emotion overcame him 
and he could not go on till Buddy gent- 
ly placing his rough hand on his shoul- 
der begged him to continue. 

"Well," said Bo, "I was brought up 
piously in that dear old home and ev- 

ery night and every morning found me 
on my knees begging God's protection 
and help and blessing. When I got old 

enough I was sent to St. 's 

College. I was talented and indus- 
trious, so Latin and Greek and all the 
rest came easy to me. I stood high 
in the esteem of the Fathers and all 
the boys. I was first in class and 
among the best in sports. Thanks to 
the wise counsel of my dear father and 
mother and of my ever-watchful teach- 
ers and superiors I fell in with the best 
class of boys and all was happiness and 
peace and sunshine for four years. My 
graduating year came and with it many 
privileges and diversions. We felt 
that we were beginning to be real men 
now and so wanted to act like men in 
everything. But, alas, what an idea of 
manhood some of us had! My chum 
was the typical hail-fellow-well-met. I 
thought he was the best friend I had 
on earth but — O God, if I hadn't 
been so well taught never to wish evil 
for any one I would curse that friend 
into the lowest depths of hell ! When 
I hesitated and, pricked by feelings of 
remorse did not want to follow the 
ways of the fast set in drinking and 
other so-called manly sports he 
would pretend to agree with me and 
say that of course anybody who would 
go too far in these things was a fool ; 
but that if I wanted to be a man at all 
I would have to be able to take a drink 
now and then with a crowd of good 
fellows and let it alone then when I 
didn't want it. I was taken in and, — 
well, it was the old, old story — the first 
drink called for a second, and 



the second for a third and 
so on until once I got beastly drunk. 
That downed me in my own eyes — 
one of the worst things ever happened 
to a man — and then I went on and on 
till I was down in the eyes of all the 
boys whose esteem was worth having, 
and finally I was caught and expelled 
from the college in disgrace. 

I didn't dare face the dear ones at 
home with such a record behind me ; 
to drown my remorse I drank harder 
and harder, — then to keep from starv- 
ing I took to the road. 'Corruptio opti- 

mi pessima,' my dear old teacher used 
to tell us, that is: when the best fall 
they never stop till they reach the low- 
est depths of degradation. And alas, 
so it has been with me." 

"Slam — bang — clank — clank— clank," 
went the cars in the siding one after 
another as an engine coupled on to the 
train and started east with "Buddy" 
and "Bo" riding the "hog rods" and 
singing in wildly plaintive tones : 

"I don't like myself nor nobody 

Tra-la-la, la-la-la, la-la." 


E. L F. 

There are many names for Christmas 

In this English tongue of ours; 
We have heard them, often heard them, 

When the Spring and Summer flowers 
Decked the hill and dale and meadow 

In the hues that rainbows wear. 
We have heard them, often heard them, 

When rich Autumn s prospect fair 
Shone in gold and red and yellow 

O'er the landscape far and wide. 
We have heard them oft when Winter 

Mantled earth in snowy white, 
Maying field and grove and valley 

Spotless in the angels' sight. 
But the dearest name now given 

To this day of hope and joy 
Is the one first breathed in heaven — 

Christmas' name is that of Love. 



B. Rios Franco. '11. 


Although everyone knows there ex- 
ists a place called Yucatan still the dif- 
ferent ideas which many people have 
formed about this beautiful State are 
rather vague and imperfect. 

There appeared in the American 
Magazine not long ago a series of ar- 
ticles by George Kibbe Turner entitled 
"Barbarous Mexico", in which the 
author takes Yucatan to represent the 
most subtle part of his argumentation. 
It is hardly necessary to say that those 
who read the articles were surprised to 
hear such outrageous insults against 
Mexico, for as you and I know that 
country is considered as one of the up- 
to-date nations in civilization and in 
commerce. Her values for the past 
thirty years of President Diaz' admin- 
istration have increased wonderfully. 
Mexico is considered to-day the most 
peaceful country, having kept peace 
for thirty years or more and her Presi- 
dent is styled the "Pacific President". 

Everything induces us to believe that 
Mr. Turner's articles were merely a pe- 
cuniary affair, the fact being that it is 
the first time that anyone wrote and 
gave to the literary world such absurd 
details about Mexico. 

Let us put aside Mr. Turner's false 
impressions for a while and proceed to 
the description of Yucatan, where I 
have had the good fortune to live for 
fourteen or fifteen years, and if I ven- 
ture to make a few remarks on that 

country I trust they will not be re- 
garded as pure imagination. 

To begin with, Yucatan's principal 
production is the fiber known as Sisal 
hemp, which is produced in great quan- 
tities and exported to the different 
markets of the world. This fiber con- 
stitutes the strongest factor of the 
wealth of Yucatan and the well-to-do 
people of this locality who own hemp 
farms are known as the "Hemp Kings", 
the majority of them residing at the 
beautiful city of Merida, distant eight 
leagues from Progreso, the principal 
shipping port. 

At the Ferrocarriles Unidos de 
Yucatan Depot in Progreso we take 
seats in a train fit for a prince to travel 
by, and in thirty minutes from the 
hour of departure we arrive in Alerida. 

Merida is one of the most beautiful 
cities in Mexico and there are many 
things which will attract the visitors 
eyes. The house of Montejo is a pre- 
historic building, finished in stone, situ- 
ated at the south side of the "Plaza de 
Independencia." The City Hall and 
the beautiful cathedral which was 
built in the time of the Spaniards are 
also in this square. Close by, is the 
Peon Contreras Theatre, named after 
our great and world renowned poet, Dr 
Jose Peon Contreras, which will seat 
more than three thousand people. 
There are numerous other sights about 
Merida which are worth seeing, but 
space does not permit a detailed ac- 



count of the advantages and peculiari- 
ties of this beautiful city. 

Merida is a great city for tourists 
on account of the Chichen-Itza ruins 
which are much visited by foreigners. 
The educational institutions of Merida 
are well advanced and progressing 
every day, there being many public 
schools for boys and girls. The medi- 
cal, the law, and the engineering 
schools are also public, being support- 
ed by the government. Besides this 
advantage, the medical school students 
when studying their last four years and 
doing practical work at the hospital 
are paid thirty dollars a month. 

After having given a few but reliable 
details about Yucatan, I think it would 
not be out of place for me to recall Mr. 
Turner's imaginary articles and ask: 
Who is Turner and how long has he 
lived in Yucatan? I never would have 
ventured to ask these questions had I 
known that this gentleman had any 
standing, not to say in the scientific 
world, but even in private life, and I 
find he is not celebrated in either. 

I would advise him to go to Yucatan 
and see things as they are with his 
own eyes and then publish his impres- 
sions in a better and more logical man- 
ner and not as he did before he had am- 
ple opportunity of verifying his state- 

Everything we do, we should do well 
or not do it at all, but this hired liter- 

ary hack paid little heed to that wise 
counsel in his present series of articles. 
His inaccuracy extends to even trivial 
details, for in recording his spiteful no- 
tions about Mexico he has assigned to 
Yucatan names of places that belong 
to other states, thus showing that he 
is not very strong even in his primary 
Geography. But enough and more of 
George Kibbe Turner. Is it really his 
aim to furnish to the reading world a 
stock of information based upon a pos- 
itive knowledge of existing facts or is 
he, in slandering Mexico, but serving 
as the tool of a certain hydra-headed 
corporation which has repeatedly fail- 
ed in its efforts to fix its poisonous 
fangs in the vitals of fair Mexico? 
The Republic of Mexico has seemingly 
lopped off one of the heads of the mon- 
ster, and the wound appears to be 
smarting very sorely. 

It is but natural for me to try to 
rectify in a measure the false impres- 
sions the articles of Mr. Turner may 
leave behind as also all the other mag- 
azines which have published in their 
columns statements that are prejudicial 
exaggerated, and malicious, invented 
solely by interested parties to discredit 
not only the country in its march of 
progress, political and economical, but 
what is worse to misrepresent and dis- 
parage both our nationality and our 




Jno. T. Becker '12. 

Have you ever seen New Orleans on 
New Year's night? Canal street crowd- 
ed with over-mirthful humanity of 
every description, and the air full of 
confetti and loud laughter? 

I know you have all seen these 
sights ; some of you may have only 
looked on them and frowned, while 
others, like myself, may have been in 
that struggling, care-free, won't-go- 
home-till-morning bunch. 

So it is not my purpose to narrate 
what I went through on this particular 
night, but I shall endeaver to give an 
account of what I saw besides New 

As I said before I was in the crowd, 
and that ought to suffice : but for the 
benefit of those who have never started 
out to ring the New Year in, I will say 
that after the usual derby-bursting, 
oyster-eating, etc. etc., I had a hard 
job to collect what there was left of me 
aboard a car; arrived at my boarding 
house ; climbed to my roost on the 
third floor, and ran into the arms of 
my dear landlady. Though what she 
was doing up at that hour I cannot im- 

She stood with arms akimbo in the 
passage-way, and after looking me over 
for a few minutes exclaimed : "John, 
you have been drinking again." I ex- 
plained to the good lady how I had 
not touched a drop, and to prove that 
I was right, volunteered to walk down 
the steps and back again under her in- 

About two steps from the top I be- 
lieve I stumbled, for the next thing I 
knew my head was where my feet 
should be, and I was sliding down the 
steps at an awful speed. I looked up at 
my feet and tried to switch them to 
their proper position, but all in vain. 
Down, down I went faster and faster. 
At each step my head would bump, and 
although I had bumped enough times 
to have descended from the statue of 
Liberty still I was nowhere near the 

Everything grew dark, a loud roar- 
ing sound came to my ears; I tried to 
think where I was bound for, and a 
chill ran through my brain when I 
reached the conclusion that I was on 
the road which leads through the wide 
gate, and my only consolation was that 
I would have company. The roaring 
sound grew louder and louder ; the air 
was getting warm and light was begin- 
ning to pierce the inky darkness. 

I could now see that the steps ex- 
tended from left to right as far as my 
eyes could reach. They were crowded 
with passengers, all of them whizzing 
downward at a rate proportional to 
their bulk. The very large brothers 
had a "get-there-Eli" gait, while the 
lean boys seemed to be in no hurry 
to reach the bottom. The hair of my 
head had long since departed, and there 
was an awful pain in its place. My 
skull was wearing away; every now 
and then a rough place in a board 
would claim a chunk of my anatomy. 



The roaring sound became louder 
still ; the heat intense, the brightness 
of the air blinding. I knew I could 
not hold out much longer. At this 
moment I slid from the stairs into what 
I afterwards found to be an immense 
pile of hot ashes. I tried to scream, 
but could not make a sound ; the ashes 
were choking me ; something sharp 
struck me in the side and I was lifted 
out on the prongs of a huge fish gig. 

I was roughly jerked from the gig 
by a creature about twenty-five feet 
high, slim and hard, resembling a ma- 
hogany tooth-pick ; in place of a head 
there rested on his black shoulders a 
ball of fire. All around me the same 
kind of creatures were engaged in tak- 
ing the boys from the ash pile, by prob- 
ing them with their long gigs. The 
one who had brought me up held me 
out and looked at me like a proud an- 

gler will look at a twelve pound trout. 
His hands were as hard as steel and 
where he held me about the middle, 
the slim fingers cut through. Only 
for a moment did he look at me, then 
winging me over his head he threw 
me into space. I must have been fall- 
ing into the innermost circle of the 
Inferno, for the heat as I descended 
was something terrible. Down, down,— 
With a start I sat up in bed and stared 
wildly about. I was in my room, in 
my bed, with bandages all over my 
head. I breathed a sigh of relief and 
fell back on the pillows. The cool 
morning air did feel some good, and 
right then and there I gave nine "rahs" 
for my dear land-lady, and made 
enough New Year's resolutions to fill a 
book, the principal one being that I 
would never go out with the boys to 
ring the bells. 



"When I am gone and the world is dark, 
When the trapper tall to the wolves will hark, 

And the north winds blow, 

And the snow-lights gleam 

On field and stream 

Ere the moonlight's gleam, 
Will you think of me as you thought before?" 
Sighed Autumn to all through Winter's roar. 

"We will," sang the trees, and silence kept, 
And the drooping flowers on their petals wept ; 

Then wavering fled 

To the lands ahead, 

Where Winter's roar 

Was heard no more ; 
For Autumn was loved by the golden trees, 
And cherished the most by the playful breeze. 



Francis A. Meyer, '12. 


My dear old Professor: 

In accordance with your request I 
read Cicero's oration "Pro Lege Ma- 
nilla" and was very much pleased with 
it. I had heard a great deal about it 
before, — what a model speech it was 
and how the orator in this oration sur- 
passes all his other speeches. 

I had often wondered whether all 
the compliments paid to it were really 
deserved, but now not a single doubt 
remains. This speech is worthy of all 
the praise that has been given it, and 
more besides. As you asked me to 
tell you what I think of it, I will pro- 
ceed to do so. 

The first thing I noticed was how 
perfectly the whole speech hangs to- 
gether and naturally increases as it 
goes on. I have tried for a long time 
to get a comparison to express my ex- 
act thought, and after a good deal of 
hard thinking, I finally evolved the 
following: Take a round piece of pa- 
per, and beginning from the edge cut 
round and round till you come to the 
center. Lay the paper down and ar- 
range it in order as if it had never been 
cut. Then take the end of the coil that 
is in the center and hold it up. You 
will notice that the coil swells as it 
nears the end. This expresses exactly 
my idea of the ever increasing changes 
of this speech of Cicero. 

I liked very much the annunciation 
of the divisions and subdivisions ; the 
transitions are what Father Kleugten 

calls "perfectae" and always come in 

Thus the orator passes from one part 
of the oration to another with ease, and 
the reader is so charmed by the way he 
does it that he scarcely notices the 
change — so well are the different 
thoughts mortised and dove-tailed to- 

After the first reading of the speech 
I thought that Cicero was somewhat 
extravagant in his praises of Pompey. 
I then asked the opinion of several of 
my friends. All of them, but one, 
thoroughly agreed with me. This one, 
who dissented from us all, told me to 
read the history of Pompey, and then 
go over the speech a second and third 
time. I did so and now I think that 
this extolling of the virtues and mili- 
tary qualities of Pompey was not only 
not out of place and exaggerated, but 
even justified. Because in the eyes of 
the Romans, to whom the speech was 
spoken, and according to the Roman 
standard of judging, Pompey was the 
greatest hero on earth, since in so 
short a time he had completely routed 
the pirates and forced them into sub- 
mission. And by conquering the pi- 
rates he opened the sea, which had 
hitherto been blocked with the ships 
of these men, thereby making naviga- 
tion dangerous. 

Let us take up the example of Admi- 
ral Dewey. Suppose that after his 
great victory at Manila, one of our 



famous orators—say Bourke Cockran — 
in a speech, in which Dewey was as 
much concerned, as Pompey was in the 
"Pro Lege Manilia" would have lauded 
him to the skies, — in fact even have 
made the whole speech consist of a 
panegyric of the admiral, would you 
consider it out of place, remembering 
that our nation was on fire with enthu- 
siasm for the hero of Manila? I do not 
think so ; but it is my humble opinion 
that the orator would have to stop 
speaking more than once because of 
the shouts and cheers of his audience. 
So it was, I think, with Pompey. 
The Romans had his name engraven 
deeply on their hearts and it was ever 
on their lips; and when Cicero, great 
and eloquent orator that he was, as- 
scended the rostrum and poured forth 
the praises of Pompey, their hero, in 
long-flowing periods, he made this 
people, who looked upon military valor 
as something almost divine, glow with 
love and admiration for so great and 
brave a general. 

The respect and deference that 

Cicero has for his opponents is some- 
thing I admire very much. He does 
not decry them, but on the contrary 
gives them the highest credit for what 
they have done. Of course it was his 
duty to refute their arguments and 
objections. This he did in a manly, 
straight-forward manner. In this, I 
think he puts some of our modern 
speakers to shame. 

I did not waste any time writing out 
an analysis of the "Pro Lege Manilia" 
as it is so clear and lucid that it is im- 
possible for you to take one part for 
another, or confound them if you tried. 
I have, in conclusion, but one thing 
more to say and that is that this speech 
is very eloquent, and that every figure 
of speech, every topic, and every ora- 
torical device is found in it. 

Well, dear Father, as I have said all 
I have to say about the oration I will 
close. Some things, perhaps, are not 
altogether correct, but they are my 
own views of the subject. Hoping to 
hear from you soon, and anxiously 
awaiting your opinion, I remain your 
old friend and pupil. 


An Acrostic 

Come, my soul, and see the Newly Born, 
How the wearied Magi from afar 
Reach His grotto at the break of mom, 
In the gentle guidance of the star. 
Soul! when thou art wearied, too, and worn, 
Tepid in thy deeds of love and slow, 
Mourning o'er thy sadness here below; 
Angels call thee to the stable blest, 
Soon thy heart shall find its peace, its rest. 





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Greetings To the members of the fac- 
ulty, to our fellow-students 
in the college, to our alumni in every 
walk of life, to our kind parents and 
generous friends and well-wishers, the 
staff of The Springhillian extends all 
the good wishes of the season. May 
the choicest blessings of Heaven be 
yours this holy Christmas time ; may 
the light of the Star of Bethlehem ever 
guide your footsteps ; may the heavenly 
song of the angels ever find an echo in 
your hearts. "God bless us every 

Ourselves We have been very highly 
flattered by the kindly re- 
ception that has attended our efforts 
so far this year. Our fellow-collegians 
have been so generous in furnishing us 
copy, and good copy, too, that the task 
of editing our magazine, far from being 

the burden we anticipated, has become 
for us a veritable source of pleasure. 
Our only regret is that we have been 
forced to hold back for later numbers 
many contributions of high literary 
merit. We congratulate ourselves and 
our fellow-students on the fact that the 
columns of The Springhillian are so 
eagerly sought after as a medium for 
the mutual interchange of ideas among 
the students. This is as it should be. 
Let it be the fondest ambition of every 
student to see his name at the head of 
some "piece" in our magazine and 
thereby give pleasure untold to those 
whose greatest desire it is to see him 
walking with firm tread on the royal 
road of literature. 

The alumni with whom we have been 
in communication have told us what a 
delight it was to them to read through 
the pages of The Springhillian. Many 

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of them have shown their pleasure and 
sympathy in a very tangible manner in 
the shape of sentences beginning: "En- 
closed please find one dollar." We are 
keeping our eyes open for some more 
"Enclosed-please-finds. " Were we to 
print all the nice things that have been 
said about us, this page would break 
down beneath the burden, and our 
modesty would be forever ruined. 
Writes an old Springhillian : "I have 
not had time to read it all through, but 
so far as I could judge of it I candidly 
admit that it is one of the best I have 
seen, and leaves many of the boasted 
college papers in the shade" — "The 
present number of The Springhillian is 
pronounced by all here a splendid pro- 
duction." — "The Springhillian came to 
me yesterday and brought a great 
wave of joy to my heart, as I recalled 
from the eventful past old times and old 
friends." — "Complete in detailing the 

whereabouts' of the alumni and the 
daily happenings within the walls of 
our Alma Mater — the two most potent 
factors calculated to render any college 
paper popular." — "At last I have dis- 
covered what most of my fellow stu- 
dents are and have been doing. Keep 
boosting the paper ; it is a good one. Al- 
though it reached me only three hours 
ago, I have read half of it, attended 
class for an hour, eaten dinner and 
walked a mile and a half — how's that?" 
— "I really do not remember ever hav- 
ing paid for anything with a more per- 
fect feeling of complete satisfaction 
that I was getting full value in return 
for what I was putting out. Enclosed 
you will find, etc." But avast there! 
These are but a few of the flowers that 
have been thrown at us. We realize 
that we will have a hard task to keep 
up the pace we have set, but we are 
going to strive our dead level best. 

E. I. F. 

There is no room! O cruel word! 

O never be it said by me! 
But welcome, yea thrice welcome, 

To Mary and to Thee. 




Visiting Teams from 
New Orleans. 

The football team from the Jesuits' 
College, New Orleans, paid us a visit 
during the season. We regret that cir- 
cumstances over which we had no con- 
trol compelled us to treat them some- 
what unkindly on the white-barred 
field, but barring that, we extended 
them the right hand of good-fellowship 
and Spring Hill hospitality. It is to be 
hoped that the meeting of the teams 
will become an annual event. 

The Loyola College team, also from 
the "Logical Point," clashed on the 
gridiron with our Second Division 
team, but this time we were the victims 
of the unkindness. Yet we did all in 
our power to give them a pleasant time 
and sent them down to the banks of the 
Mississippi favorably impressed with 
our surroundings up here on the Hill. 

Visitors Accompanying the teams were 
the Revs. A. C. Porta, S. J. ; 
P. Cronin, S. J. ; J. Salter, S. J., and J. 
Reagan, S. J. We were also favored at 
the same time with visits from Rev. 
Thomas McCloskey, S. J., President of 
St. Francis Xavier's College, New York, 
and Rev. Michael Kenny, S. J., of the 
editorial staff of "America." 

Mr. Joseph Devlin, M. P., one of the 
Irish envoys, made a brief call on Nov. 
1st, and was met by members of the 

Aviation Messrs. Post and McCurdy, 

Meet the aviators, who are this 

week thrilling the people of 

Mobile with their flights in Curtiss bi- 
planes, under the auspices of The Reg- 
ister, visited the famous Jesuit College 
at Spring Hill yesterday, and were 
given a great welcome there. The visit 
was according to their desire, expressed 
on Sunday night, when an engagement 
was made with Very Rev. F. X. Twell- 
meyer, President of the College, to re- 
ceive them yesterday. 

Mr. Post has been in the Philippines, 
and had observed the meteorological 
work of the Jesuit Fathers there, whose 
records run back for several hundred 
years. The records and the system of 
the Jesuits were found so complete 
by the United States government that 
they were retained to continue the work 
as a government department. This be- 
ing known to Mr. Post, he was anxious 
to see Spring Hill College and its scien- 
tific equipment. Mr. McCurdy, also a 
deep student of meteorology and affili- 
ated subjects, was as deeply interested. 

The visitors, who were taken to the 
Hill by Mr. J. B. Davis in his automo- 
bile, were received by Father Twell- 
meyer, Father Barland, the Vice-Presi- 
dent, Father De La Moriniere and 
Father Ruhlmann, the latter in charge 
of science lessons of the college. He 
explained to them and construction and 
operation of the new seismograph and 
showed the records the instrument has 
made since it was installed last month. 
Mr. Post and Father Ruhlmann com- 
pared notes and discussed the possibili- 
ty of exterior phenomena being indi- 
cated by interior motion of the earth. 



On meteorological subjects Mr. Post is 
a mine of information, and he is also 
well versed in other branches. Mr. Mc- 
Curdy is also an enthusiastic student 
as an aeronaut and familiar with ab- 
struse subjects. Their visit to the col- 
lege was a delightful interlude in the 
round of receptions and meetings which 
has marked their stay in Mobile, and 
they so expressed themselves. They 
were shown over the picturesque 
grounds of the college and greatly ad- 
mired their natural beauty, roses bloom- 
ing in November being one of the pleas- 
ant sights remarked. — (Mobile Regis- 
ter, Nov. 23.) 

A few days later all the students had 
the pleasure of witnessing several suc- 
cessful flights of Messrs. Post, McCurdy 
and Ely. 

Lecture on In the near future we hope 
Macbeth to have the very great 

pleasure of listening to 
another of Fr. de la Moriniere's Shake- 
spearian lectures. This time he has 
chosen as his subject "Macbeth," and 
those of us who have had the great good 
fortune to follow Fr. de la Moriniere's 
interpretations in the past know what 
a rare treat is in wait for us. 

Feast of the 
Immaculate Conception 

In accordance with the beautiful cus- 
tom hallowed by many years' use the 
faculty and students gathered around 

the statue of Our Lady on the night of 
Dec. 8th and chanted the familiar 
hymns in her honor. The statue was 
as usual brightly decked with garlands 
and resplendent with incandescent 

Death of 

James McPhillips 

On Nov. 20, in the death of James 
McPhillips Spring Hill has lost a true 
and valued friend. For years Mr. Mc- 
Phillips was a very familiar figure at 
the College while his sons were pursu- 
ing their studies here. To his bereaved 
children The Springhillian offers its 
most earnest sympathy. 

William M. Walsh 
Memorial Chalice 

The members of the class of 1908 
have donated a handsome chalice to be 
used on the "William Walsh Memorial 
Altar, in token of remembrance of their 
departed classmate, William Walsh. 
To Francis L. Barker is due the credit 
of suggesting and carrying out this 
happy idea. The class is composed of 
the following members, all of whose 
names are engraved on the foot of the 
chalice : Francis A. Olivier, Francis L. 
Barker, D. Lawrence Austin, Robert 
M. Breard, Patout C. Burguieres, An- 
thony J. Vizard, Joseph M. Supple, 
Ermilo E. Escalante, Robert L. Levert, 
Thomas J. Burns, Lester L. Bordelon, 
Albert J. Danos and Daniel J. Ory. 





Nov. 2 S 1910. 


Musical Part. 

Masaniello Auber 

College Orchestra 
Under the Double Eagle. . . . J. Wagner 

Second Division Band 
Danse Egyptienne Losey 

First Division Band 

Literary Part. 
The Life of Demosthenes. .C. N. Touart 
The Philippics of Demosthenes.... 

G. L. Mayer 

The Eloquence of Demosthenes.... 

J. T.Becker 

Extract from Demosthenes 

L. A. Andrepont 

Nov. 30, 1910. 

Three poets in three distant ages' born, 
Greece, Italy and England did adorn. 
The first in loftiness of thought sur- 
pass 'd ; 
The next in majesty; in both the last; 
The force of Nature could no further go, 
To make a third she joined the former 
two. — Dryden. 

Musical Program. 

Wiener Blut Valse Strauss 


Southern Medley L. Conterno 

Second Division Band 

Valse Marsovia L. Blanke 

First Division Band 

Literary Program. 

Homer John B. Rives 

Selection from The Iliad 

Daunis E. Braud 

Greek Declamation. 

Virgil John J. Druhan 

Dream of Aeneas . .Francis S. Tarleton 

Latin Declamation. 

Milton Francis L. Prohaska 

Lycidas Pointis E. Indest 

English Declamation 


John J. Druhan President 

Pierre J. Becker Vice-President 

Francis S. Tarleton. — Sec'y and Treas. 

Colors — Crimson and White. 

Motto — -"Age quod agis." 


Arrangements have been finally 
made for a debate at Spring Hill on 
Feb. 22nd, between the Senior Literary 
Society of Spring Hill and the Thes- 
pian Society of the Jesuits' College, 
New Orleans. The topic selected is : 
"Resolved, That perpetual imprison- 
ment should be substituted for capital 
punishment." The negative side of the 
proposition is to be upheld by Spring 

The Seismological 

Our seismograph has recorded sever- 
al seismic disturbances of late. How- 



ever, as the trouble has been invariably 
located some few thousands of miles 
north or south of us, we have not been 
greatly alarmed. 

Dreaper-Patt Wedding. 

Dr. Edward B. Dreaper and Miss 
Josephine Patt were united in the 
bonds of holy matrimony on the morn- 
ing of Nov. 16th in the Cathedral, Mo- 
bile. The ceremony was performed by 
Right Rev. E. P. Allen, D. D., Bishop 
of Mobile. Spring Hill was represented 

on the occasion by Rev. E. A. Cum- 
mings, S. J., a former professor of 
the groom; Rev. C. Ruhlmann, S. J., and 
Mr. J. M. Walsh, S. J., an old class- 
mate. Dr. Dreaper spent many years 
at Spring Hill, and later graduated in 
medicine at the University of Pennsyl- 
vania. He has returned to Mobile with- 
in the past year, and is considered one 
of the most promising young physicians 
of the city. The Springhillian takes 
very great pleasure in wishing Dr. and 
Mrs. Dreaper heaven's choicest bless- 
ings as they journey on through life. 


M. H. DIAZ, 12. 
J. T. BECKER, 12. 

Lest we A fast train seldom stops at 
Forget small stations, so we must 
not linger over small happen- 
ings, but steam ahead and only toot 
our whistle at a crossing. 

First of all, in behalf of the faculty 
and students in general, and the foot- 
ball squad in particular, we wish to 
extend our heartiest thanks to one of 
our old boys, who, during the past year 
has taken a deep interest in his Alma 
Mater, and never forgets his old friends 
who are still doing service. Mr. Chas. 
Schimpf, Jr., B. S. '09, we thank you 
for the many large and small favors 
which you have showered upon us in 
the past, and wish you a Bright, Merry 
Christmas and a Happy New Year. 

Dr. Walker and 
Prof. Tinsman 

Dr. Walker of the 
Mobile Medical Col- 
lege and Prof. Tins- 
man, gymnastic instructor, have been 

added to our list of friends on account 
of the deep interest which they have 
evinced in our behalf. The boys give 
great attention to the Doctor's lectures 
on "First Aid." and all appreciate the 
fact that Dr. Walker is striving to put 
them in the way of having, not only a 
strong mind, but also a strong body; 
Prof. Tinsman does his part in accom- 
plishing the latter. We compliment 
both of these gentlemen on the success 
which they are accomplishing in their 
respective lines. 

Intercollegiate Debate — The contract 
for the debate between the Literary So- 
cieties of the Jesuits' College of New 
Orleans and Spring Hill has been duly 
signed, sealed and delivered. The ques- 
tion is: "Resolved, That Life Imprison- 
ment Should be Substituted for Capital 
Punishment,. The negative is to be up- 
held by Spring Hill. 



We expect to show our friends a 
lively time on the twenty-second of 
February, the date of the contest. 

"D'ye Know Me Now?"— The farce, 
"D'ye Know Me Now?" given under 
the auspices of the Senior Literary So- 
ciety for the benefit of the football 
fund, in which Mr. Moran acted in the 
capacity of a doleful commercial, Mr. 
Becker in that of a jolly commercial, 
Mr. Black as an indignant grocer, Mr. 
Diaz as a brassy waiter, and Messrs. 
Byrne and Mayer as assistant waiters, 
was a great success, enjoyed by all the 
faculty, boys and friends. It was an 
all-star troupe in which each member 
must be given equal praise for his 
ability in taking off his part. 

Band-Orchestra, — The orchestra un- 
der the leadership of Prof. Staub and 
the band, on all occasions have acquit- 
ted themselves with honor, and well up- 

held the reputation of Spring Hill for 
good music. We are especially pleased 
with the concerts which were given by 
the band on many former occasions, 
and hope that the director will continue 
to favor us with these events. 

Maxon-Pharr — It is not our part to 
mention football ; we cannot, however, 
refrain from saying a few words about 
the success of our team and about 
Coach Maxon and Assistant Coach 
Pharr. It is to our honor and glory 
that the Purple and White goal line 
has not been crossed ; the praise for 
this fact goes to our hard-working 
squad, but most of all to Coach Maxon, 
who has taught them the game, and 
really done more than most coaches can 
do, because MAXON is the best friend 
we boys have. To our coach and to Mr. 
Pharr we extend our heartiest congrat- 
ulations, and wish them all good cheer 
for the coming Christmas. 




D. S. MORAN, 11. 

The football season of 1910 at its 
close shows forth a record unexcelled 
by any of former years. 

The prospects at the beginning for 
a successful season were not bright, 
but by the endurance of Coach Maxon, 
together with the good will of the boys, 
a team was developed which was 
neither defeated nor allowed its goal 
to be crossed throughout the whole 

The team this year was comparative- 
ly light compared with last year's, but 
that which it lost in weight it gained 
in speed. 

Throughout the season Captain 
Pardue showed his ability to run a 
team to the best advantage. His cool- 
ness and pluck and judgment in calling 
on the right man at the right time is a 
big item to consider with when reckon- 
ing our success. Be it further said that 
whenever called upon, the right man, 
whether end, back or tackle, was al- 
ways ready for action. 

Bauer and Becker at halves, assisted 
by Williamson, Druhan and Andrepont 
at full, played the season through like 
veterans. All of this troop are, as they 
should be, strong at line plunging and 
end runs, and interference. 

Now we come to the line, — the line 
that, under our very goal, against the 
Soldiers, held like Jackson's boys at 
New Orleans. 

This section of Maxon 's machine has 
surely done its part in defending the 

Purple and White against all comers. 

Black is at center; he never makes a 
bad pass or misses a play, and is a per- 
fect demon on receiving his forward 

Munoz and Gremillion ("Injun" and 
"Grim"), hold down the heavy parts 
of guards, and be it said to their credit 
that these positions are well held down. 

There was always something doing 
on a tackle-over-tackle play, and a back 
never had to look for an opening 
through this section. 

No better tribute can be given to Du- 
cote and Schimpf than that which was 
expressed in the following words by a 
half-back from the ' ' Logical Point ' ' : 
"Those tackles are always getting in 
the way." 

No one ever saw a man sweeping 
around our ends unless a good portion 
of his anatomy was pretty well mixed 
up with Cassidy or Needham, and right 
then and there there was not much 
doing for the other side ; both of these 
are "up to now" on receiving passes 
and ducking around end. 

These are the parts of Maxon 's ma- 
chine which has never been outplayed 
upon the gridiron ; to these is due the 
honor and glory of our success; but to 
Maxon, the inventer, operator and 
worker of this machine, must be given 
the real credit of our victorious season. 
Hats off, boys, to Coach Maxon ! 

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Spring Hill Defeats Barton. 

In a well contested game on the 
Spring Hill College gridiron yesterday 
afternoon the Collegians were victori- 
ous by a score of 22 to 0. There was 
a good attendance and much interest 
was manifested in the game. Coach 
Maxon was for fifteen minute quarters, 
as the short quarters which Barton ad- 
vocated were not long enough to let 
Spring Hill show what she could do. 
Spring Hill kept the ball in Barton's 
territory almost the entire game, mak- 
ing the latter play on the defensive 
throughout. The details of the quar- 
ters of play were as follows : 

First Quarter — Barton won toss-up. 
Barton kicks to Spring Hill's 20-yard 
line. Spring Hill advances ball 15 
yards. Spring Hill is held for downs. 
Barton is also forced to kick on third 
down. Both lines appear strong. 
Spring Hill ball. Pardue forward 
passes to Cassidy for 15 yards, but Cas- 
sidy drops ball and Barton gains pos- 
session. Barton loses ball in same 
manner on their 30-yard line. An- 
drepont bucks for 12 yards, Duck Beck- 
er bucks for 4 more and Schimpf carries 
ball over for first touch-down on a 
tackle-over-tackle play. Pardue kicks 
goal. Andrepont, Black and Schimpf 
were the stars for Spring Hill in this 
quarter. Time was called with the ball 
in Spring Hill's possession on Barton's 
25-yard line. 

Second Quarter — Started with ball 
on Barton's 25-yard line, Spring Hill's 
ball. Pardue makes 10 yards on quar- 

terback run and Duck Becker carried 
it over for the second touch-down on 
a fake pass. Pardue kicks goal. Score, 
12 to 0. 

Barton kicked to Spring Hill. An- 
drepont received ball and carried it 25 
yards. Andrepont bucks for 10 yards. 
Barton gains ball on attempted pass. 
Barton tries to kick, but is blocked by 
Black. Barton recovers ball. Barton 
kicks and Bauer received it and car- 
ried it to Barton 10-yard line. Becker 
carried it 5 more, Bauer 3 more. "With 
third down, Captain Pardue tries to 
buck center, but did not gain an inch. 
Barton tried to kick out of danger, but 
Black again blocks kick and Munoz 
falls on ball for the third touch-down. 
Pardue failed to kick goal. Score, 17 
to 0. 

Third Quarter— Riffle goes in game 
to kick for Spring Hill. Barton receiv- 
ed ball. Alvarez receives forward 
pass and gains 12 yards. At this stage 
Black had to retire from game. Munoz 
goes to center and Broussard takes 
Munoz' place at guard. Barton lost 
ball, being held for three downs. Par- 
due forward passes, but no one receives 
it. Pardue is forced to kick, Bates re- 
ceiving ball carries it 5 yards. Barton 
tries trick play, but loses 5 yards on 
the attempt. Barton kicks and Pardue 
drops the ball. Barton again receives 
the ball, but time is called. Score, 17 
to 0. 

Fourth Quarter — Black goes back in 
game. Ball in center of field in Spring 
Hill's possession. Andrepont kicks 14 
yards. Pardue kicks back up Barton 
line and Williams falls on ball. Touch- 



back. Blow kicked to Spring Hill from 
the 25-yard line. Spring Hill advances 
ball to 15-yard line. Pardue forward 
passes ball to Needham and Needham 
goes for a touchdown. Pardue failed 
to kick goal. Score, 22 to 0. Game 
called as it was too dark to continue 

Quarters— 8— 8— 8— 5. 

The line-up of the teams : 

Barton Academy — Alvarez, right 
end; Hagan, right tackle; Swinson, 
right guard; Shields, center; Norville, 
left guard; McGraw, left tackle; Buck, 
left end; Blow, quarterback; Williams, 
right halfback; Hieronymus, fullback; 
Bates, left halfbacak. 

Spring Hill College — Cassidy, right 
end; Ducote, right tackle; Gremillion, 
right guard ; Black, center ; Munoz, left 
guard; Schimpf, left tackle; Needham, 
left end; Pardue, quarterback; Bauer, 
right halfback; Andrepont, fullback; 
Becker, left halfback. 


Spring Hill Wins from Southern 

Completely mystifying Coach Derrill 
Pratt's players with a varied assort- 
ment of trick plays and beautifully exe- 
cuted forward passes the eleven of Old 
Spring Hill defeated the Southern Uni- 
versity football squad by the score of 
11 to 0, on Maxon field, Tuesday after- 
noon. The game was resplendent with 
brilliant plays. Until the last half 
neither team could come within striking 
distance of the other's goal and up to 
the third quarter the play was confined 

mostly to the centre of the gridiron. A 
record crowd witnessed the contest. 

The result sent the entire student 
body of Spring Hill wild with enthusi- 
asm, for the list of victories of the 
Southern University team had included 
teams considered among the best in the 
State. Coach Pratt was reported to 
have said last night that outside of the 
Auburn and Alabama teams the Spring 
Hill team could hold its own with any 
in the State. 

Cassidy and Needham, on the ends, 
played star games, both making long 
gains after receiving spectacular for- 
ward passes. In defensive work, Black 
was not excelled ; he broke through the 
Southern's line time after time, throw- 
ing his man for losses in each case. 
Becker, Bauer and Andrepont hammer- 
ed the visitor's line, each buck count- 
ing as a good gain for Spring Hill. So 
enthusiastic were the boys that the en- 
tire 'Varsity was carried off the field 
on the shoulders of the admiring 

At a few minutes after 3 o'clock the 
teams took the field. Spring Hill won 
the toss and Riffle kicked to Davis on 
the visitors' 18-yard line; the ball was 
returned 15 yards by a pretty run. 
Then followed a succession of line 
bucks. Allen made 2 yards ; Jarmon 
bucked straight for 8 ; Thompson on 
two end runs in succession gained 4 
yards ; Davis was given the ball on an 
end-around-end play, but Spring Hill 
threw him back for a loss of 2 yards. 
On the third down and 7 yards to go, 
Thompson kicked to Cassidy, who re- 
turned the ball 2 yards. 



With the ball in Spring Hill's pos- 
session, Pardue tried a quarterback run 
and was thrown for a loss of 3 yards. 
On the next play, a forward pass to 
Needham, Greensboro got the ball, 
Needham being blocked. Fullback Al- 
len bucked over centre for a gain of 1 
yard. Quarter Rush called a military 
formation and Munoz was called offside 
and his team penalized 10 yards. Half- 
back Thompson made 6 yards on an 
end run. Fullback Allen was called 
around the same end, but was thrown 
for a loss of 3 yards. Again the mili- 
tary formation was tried and this time 
Rush attempted a pass to Davis, but be 
was blocked and Needham of the Hill 
boys fell on the ball. 

Andrepont was signalled for a line 
buck and made 1 yard. Bauer lost the 
same distance on an -attempted end run. 
Pardue kicked, the ball going out of 
bounds and over to the visitors. Thomp- 
sont went around end for 2 yards ; on a 
formation play Latham made seven 
straight ahead; Rush kicked. Becker 
of Spring Hill caught the ball and was 
down in his tracks. 

On a failure to gain on a line buck. 
Spring Hill worked a forward pass to 
Cassidy for 25 yards. Becker bucked 
for 4 more ; Schimpf on a tackle-over- 
tackle made 1 yard; Pardue signalled 
for a pass to Needham, but Rush caught 
the ball and made one of the prettiest 
runs of the game, going for 45 yards 
through a field of tacklers. The whis- 
tle blew and ended the quarter as he 
was downed. 

In the second quarter, on the first 
play, Needham of the Hill team, broke 

through Greensboro's interference and 
clowned Thompson 5 yards behind the 
visitors' line. E. Allen gained five 
yards on a line buck. Greensboro kick- 
ed to Andrepont on Spring Hill's 10- 
yard line ; Hill players brought the ball 
out 7 yards. 

At this period Spring Hill made con- 
sistent gains. Bauer made 6 yards 
bucking over skin tackle ; Andrepont 
made 4 in the same place and Bauer 
added 5 on an end run. Schimpf on a 
tackle-over-tackle advanced the ball 1 
more. Needham received a forward 
pass and went twenty yards ; Pardue 
called for a forward pass to the right 
side of the line and Cassidy made 27 
yards on the play. Becker made a half 
yard gain on a delayed pass, but Andre- 
pont lost one yard on an end run. An 
unsuccessful forward pass and the ball 
went over to the visitors. 

With the ball on Greensboro's 25- 
yard line, E. Allen was called for a line 
buck, but Black got through and threw 
him back 3 yards. Thompson made 9 
yards on a fake forward pass. Rush 
kicked, Becker receiving the ball and 
advancing it 7 yards. Andrepont lost 
2 yards on the next play, a line buck ; 
Bauer got a forward pass and gained 
20 yards. Schimpf gained 12 yards 
more on a tackle-over-tackle play and 
Andrepont followed with a buck for 2. 
Cassidy on a double pass failed to make 
a gain. At this point the whistle sound- 
ed for the close of the first half. 

In the third quarter Spring Hill came 
back stronger and started the scoring. 
The visitors kicked to Andrepont on 
the locals' 5-yard line. He brought it 



out fifteen yards. Pardue made 8 on 
a quarterback run around left end; 
Schimpf went for 1 and followed with 
5 more ; Becker gained but 1 yard on 
an end run and Pardue kicked. Rush 
advanced the ball from the visitors '40- 
yard line for 10 yards. Then followed 
a succession of line bucks and end runs, 
gaining but little for the visiting squad. 
On a quarterback run around right end 
Rush was tackled by Becker and Andre- 
pont and forced to leave the game a few 
moments later through injuries receiv- 
ed in that tackle. Randall took his 

After being thrown for several losses 
Spring Hill kicked from the visitors' 
50-yard line. Andrepont received the 
ball on a bound and ran 15 yards for a 
touch-down with two Greensboro men 
hanging on to him. Pardue failed to 
kick the goal. 

The visitors made a desperate effort 
to score in this quarter, but Spring Hill 
held them and the quarter ended with 
the ball in the middle of the field and 
the score 5 to 0. 

In the last period the visitors took a 
fresh spurt. Receiving the ball on a 
kick, Register advanced it 3 yards. 
Cassidy of the Hill eleven nailed 
Thompson on a military formation play 
for a loss of 9 yards. On the next play, 
however, Davis gained 45 yards on a 
forward pass. Spring Hill got in the 
game strong at this point and stopped 
the gaining, taking the ball on downs, 
several line bucks and a quarterback 
run putting the ball within 15 yards of 
Greensboro's goal. Pardue made a for- 
ward pass to Cassidy, who went the 

distance for a touch-down and Pardue 
kicked the goal. 

The Southern University lads did 
not give up in the face of sure defeat, 
and up to the final whistle they fought 
hard for a score. 

The line-up of the teams : 

Spring Hill — Needham, left end ; Du- 
cote, left tackle ; Munoz, left guard ; 
Black, centre; Gremillion, right guard; 
T. Schimpf, right tackle ; Cassidy, right 
end ; Bauer, left halfback ; Becker, right 
halfback ; Andrepont, fullback ; Pardue, 

Southern University — Locke, left 
end ; Register, left tackle ; Latham, left 
guard; Allen, T., centre; Roberts, right 
guard ; Moorer, right tackle ; Davis, 
right end ; Rush, Thompson, quarter- 
backs; Jarmon, right halfback; Thomp- 
son, Randall, left halfbacks; Allen, E., 

Summary — Touch-downs, Andre- 
pont, Cassidy. Goals kicked, Pardue 
(1). Time of quarters, 10, 10, 121-2, 
12 1-2 minutes. Referee, Wilson. Um- 
pire, Barney. Field judge, McNeil. 
Head linesman, Nelson. 


Spring Hill Defeats New Orleans. 

Spring Hill's third victory came in 
the shape of a walk-away over the 
Jesuits of New Orleans. The latter 's 
line could not withstand the hard line 
bucking of Spring Hill's back-field, 
while her tackle-over-tackle plays tore 
gaps in the New Orleans' line. Perrier 
and Brennan did the star work for the 
Jesuits, the former's 50-yard run 



through a broken field was the prettiest 
play of this season's games, while the 
latter did much work with his toe, 
helping considerably in keeping the 
score from being bigger. For Spring 
Hill, Ducote and Schimpf at the tackles, 
and Andrepont, Bauer, Druhan and 
Becker in the back-field did excellent 

The game was called at 3:30 o'clock 
yesterday afternoon, and both teams 
lined up on Maxon's Field to struggle 
for victory. 

The game had barely started when 
it was shown that the New Orleans boys 
were outclassed by the fast and husky 
Spring Hill team. Spring Hill had the 
ball on the visitors' 7-yard line within 
the first two minutes of play, but when 
Bauer tried to carry it over for a 
touch-down on the next play he drop- 
ped the ball behind the line and a Jesuit 
player fell on the ball. The ball was 
brought out 25 yards and was New Or- 
leans' ball. But Spring Hill got the 
ball again when the New Orleans' boys 
were forced to kick on the third down. 
Spring Hill advanced the ball to their 
opponents' 35-yard line. Ducote start- 
ed the road by going 8 yards on a 
tackle-over- tackle play. Andrepont, 
the husky fullback, followed Ducote 's 
road and advanced the fall 4 more on 
a straight buck. Andrepont carried it 
for 5 more. Ducote was called to con- 
tinue his work and he put it 4 yards 
closer to the goal. Andrepont carried 
it for 5 yards further, and with 9 yards 
from the goal, Bauer was called to 
carry it around end. He advanced it 
5. T. Schimpf advanced it to the 2- 

yard line and Andrepont carried it 
across. Pardue failed to kick goal — 

5 to 0. 

Spring Hill again received the kick, 
and after repeated bucks and trick 
plays advanced the ball to New Or- 
leans' 17-yard line and first down for 
the college boys, the whistle blew for 
the first quarter. Score 5 to 0. 

Second Quarter — With the ball in 
Spring Hill's possession and on New 
Orleans' 17-yard line, Pardue called a 
quarterback buck and gained 2 yards. 
Schimpf carried for 4. Ducote carried 
it 5 on a tackle-over-taackle, and with 

6 yards to gain, Becker tried a delayed 
buck and gained 2 yards. With 4 yards 
to cross goal, Andrepont was called to 
the rescue, and he put the ball over for 
the second touch-down of the game. 
Pardue again failed to kick goal. Score, 
10 to 0. 

The New Orleans boys decided to re- 
ceive and Pardue of Spring Hill kicks 
to New Orleans' 15-yard line and is ad- 
vanced 17 more. New Orleans was 
forced to kick and Andrepont receives 
the kick and carries' it 10 yards. 
Schimpf carried it for 12 on a tackle- 
over-tackle play and Ducote makes 4 
on another tackle-over-tackle play. 
Pardue is downed after a wide run, but 
is thrown for a loss and Spring Hill is 
forced to kick. Spring Hill gets ball 
again on 25-yard line when the whistle 
blew for the first half. Score, 10 to 0. 

Third Quarter — Pardue was easily 
the star of this quarter, scoring two 
touch-downs on two pretty end runs'. 
With the ball on New Orleans' 7-yard 
line, Pardue dashes around right end 



and scored the third touch-down of the 
game, with the assistance of some pret- 
ty interference by Becker. Pardue 
kicked goal for the first time. Score, 
16 to 0. 

New Orleans kicked to Spring Hill 
and Becker advanced it 22 yards. By 
repeated end runs and trick plays, 
Spring Hill advanced it to New Or- 
leans' 28-yard line and Pardue, after a 
beautiful exhibition of dodging, assist- 
ed by timely interference of Bauer, 
Becker, Schimpf and Andrepont, cross- 
ed the line for his second touch-down 
of this quarter and the fourth during 
the game. Pardue missed goal. Score, 
21 to 0. 

Spring Hill kicks to New Orleans and 
they advance the ball 8 yards. On a 
straight buck Perrier breaks through 
Spring Hill's line and makes a pretty 
50-yard run. New Orleans is forced to 
kick on the third down and Spring Hill 
carried the ball 15 yards. Bauer and 
Becker each gain a few yards, and 
then Cassidy receives a forward pass 
and runs 45 yards through a broken 
field for the fifth touch-down of the 
game. Pardue missed goal. Score, 
20 to 0. 

New Orleans kicked to Spring Hill, 
and Andrepont carries it 25 yards. 
After repeated bucks and end runs, the 
quarter ended with Spring Hill having 
the ball on New Orleans 7-yard line. 
Score, 20 to 0. 

Fourth Quarter — It wasn't one min- 
ute after the whistle blew for the fourth 
quarter when Becker carried the ball 
over for another touch-down from the 

7-yard line. Pardue missed goal. Score, 
31 to 0. 

Spring Hill kicked to New Orleans 
and New Orleans was forced to kick on 
third down. Spring Hill advanced the 
ball to 15-yard line. At this stage of 
the game Coach Mixon put in some 
of his substitutes, so as not to overwork 
his reliable men, as he needed them 
for the Thanksgiving game. Walmsley 
relieved Black at centre and "William- 
son relieved Bauer at right halfback. 
Druhan took Duck Becker's place at 
left half. 

Play was resumed. Quarterback 
Becker at once tried a quarterback 
when he had 10 yards to gain on the 
third down. He only gained 6, so the 
ball went over, but New Orleans fum- 
bled the ball and Spring Hill recovered 
it. Becker forward passed to Riffle 
and Riffle scored the seventh touch- 
down. Riffle kicked a pretty goal. 
Score, 27 to 0. 

Spring Hill scored the last touch- 
down when Becker, after making a 
pretty 15-yard run, dropped the ball 
when he was tackled hard behind New 
Orleans' goal, and Andrepont fell on 
the ball for the eighth and last touch- 
down of the game. Riffle kicked goal 
and made it 43 to 0, in favor of Spring 
Hill College. 

Jesuits — White, left end ; Henry, left 
tackle; Robin, left guard; Guidry, cen- 
tre; Ledoux, right guard; Miller, right 
tackle ; Gately, right end ; Brennan, 
quarter ; Killeen, right halfback ; Va- 
caro, fullback ; Perrier, left halfback. 

Spring Hill — Needham, left end; 
Schimpf, left tackle; Broussard, left 



guard; Black, Walmsley, centre; Gre- 
million, right guard ; Ducote, right, 
right tackle ; Cassidy, Riffle, right end ; 
Pardue, Becker, quarter ; Bauer, Wil- 
liamson, right halfback; Andrepont, 
fullback ; Becker, Druhan, left half- 

Referee, Wilson. Umpire, Barney. 
Field judge, Tinsman. Head linesman, 
C. Schimpf, Jr. 

Spring Hill and Soldiers Tie. 

Outweighed many pounds to the man, 
and up against a speedy and husky 
bunch of athletes, the eleven of Spring 
Hill fought the Fort Morgan soldiers to 
a nothing to nothing score on Maxon 
Field Thanksgiving afternoon before 
an immense crowd who livened the 
game by their rooting for both teams. 
The game was an excellent one through- 
out and each inch of ground was fought 
for by both squads ; both struggled hard 
for victory, but to no avail, as each 
time a goal was in danger the threaten- 
ed eleven took a brace and saved being 
scored on. It was the hardest fought 
game that has ever been witnessed on 
a local gridiron. To Ducote, Bauer and 
Becker is due the honor of having saved 
Spring Hill from having her goal cross- 
ed this year. Ducote and Bauer saved 
the day the first time and Becker was 
the hero the second time. Schimpf 
starred in tackling as well as Cassidy 
and Needham, our fast ends. 

Evans was the star for Fort Morgan. 
His playing was of the very best 
throughout. Twice he had the college 

rooters hushed as he tried to drop-kick. 
The first was a little too wide, and his 
second, a pretty kick from the 35-yard 
line, fell short of the bar by barely a 
foot, and bounded behind the line. The 
game in detail is as follows : 

First Quarter — Rif fel kicked to 
Evans on Fort Morgan's 13-yard line. 
Evans returned the ball 13 yards. Cong- 
don, on a buck through centre, gained 
9 yards. Evans gained 4 on another 
buck through centre. An attempted 
double pass resulted in a fumble for 
Fort Morgan, Bauer falling on the ball. 
Quarterback Pardue fumbled ball in re- 
ceiving from centre, losing 4 yards. 
Pardue 's pass to Rif fel fell on the 
ground, and ball was returned to first 
position. Pardue kicked to Fort Mor- 
gan's 8-yard line, Cooper getting the 
ball and advancing it 4 yards. Evans 
went through the line for 3 yards. 
Spring Hill line then holds, and Evans 
is forced to kick. Andrepont got ball 
on Fort Morgan's 37-yard line. Schimpf 
on a tackle-over-tackle gained 4 yards. 
Congdon and Evans gain 4 each on a 
buck through centre. Congdon then 
advanced ball 2 more yards. Fort Mor- 
gan was penalized for holding after 
Referee Wilson and Umpire Hemming- 
way disputed. Two successive bucks 
by Congdon and Evans gained 4 yards 
each. Fort Morgan was held for 
downs. Andrepont was thrown for a 
loss of 1 yard. Riffel failed to catch 
Pardue 's forward pass. Pardue kicked 
to Kirby on 20-yard line, who signaled 
for fair catch. Evans went 12 yards 
before getting out of bounds. Congdon 
bucked through the line for 6. Schimpf 

4 6 


broke through centre formation and 
threw Congdon for a loss. Ball on 
Fort Morgan's thirty-yard line at end 
of first quarter. 

Second Quarter — Cassidy takes Eif- 
fel's place at right end. Evans kicked, 
Becker getting ball on 32-yard line and 
returned it 10. Schimpf carried ball 1 
yard on tackle-over-tackle play. Need 
ham made 3 yards on end run. A for- 
ward pass was taken by Congdon on 
Port Morgan's 49-yard line. Congdon 
bucked centre for 3. Evans made 4 
yards around right end — Fort Morgan 
fumbles and Schimpf falls on ball on 
40-yard line. Becker was thrown on a 
double pass for a loss of 1 yard. Geiker 
falls on Pardue's pass on Spring Hill's 
27-yard line. Congdon went four yards 
through centre, and made 10 more 
around left end. Evans went through 
line for 3, and Congdon placed ball 
within 3 yards of Spring Hill's goal. 
Becker threw Evans for a loss, and the 
ball went to Spring Hill. Pardue kick- 
ed to Kirby on 35-yard line. Kirby 
went 8 yards. Evans went through line 
for 3 yards. Kirby forward passed to 
Evans for a 12-yard gain. Evans gain- 
ed 8 yards around right end. Becker 
threw Congdon for a loss of four yards. 
Spring Hill got the ball on their 12- 
yard line. Pardue kicked, Bauer re- 
ceiving ball and went 35 yards, when 
the whistle blew for end of first half. 

Second Half — Ducote received Kir- 
by 's kick on 13-yard line and returned 
it 15 yards. Schimpf failed to gain on 
a tackle-over-tackle play. Cassidy on 
a double pass lost 2 yards. Pardue 
kicked. Cooper fumbled ball, Cassidy 

falling on it on Fort Morgan's 52-yard 
line. Bauer gained 1 yard on a delayed 
ouck. Pardue's forward pass to Bauer 
was caught by Congdon, who ran 30 
yards. The referee's decision brought 
the ball to first position and penalized 
Spring Hill 5 yards. Pardue punted. 
Cooper received ball on 32-yard line 
and returned it 12 yards. On a buck 
through centre Congdon gained 7 yards. 
Same player went 5 around right end. 
Evans was thrown by Ducote for a 
small loss. Davis forward passed to 
Simmons for a gain of 35 yards. 

At this juncture Pardue was severely 
kicked in the head and was forced to 
go out. Becker took his place at quar- 
terback. Druhan took Becker's place 
at left halfback. Schimpf threw Evans 
for a loss of 6 yards. Evans then tried 
for a drop kick from 35-yard line, ball 
falling wide of the goal. Druhan buck- 
ed line for 8. Becker on a quarterback 
buck gained 2. Schimpf fumbled ball, 
but Ducote regained it. Becker on a 
quarterback run gained 10 yards, and 
Bauer on a double pass went through 
line for 6 more. Bauer was thrown for 
a loss of 7 yards. Riff el took Cassidy 's 
place. Piiffel kicked to Fort Morgan, 
and after a free-for-all fumble Bovenyk 
recovered the ball. Evans went through 
line for 1 yard. Congdon bucked for 3. 
After much wrangling, Fort Morgan 
was penalized 5 yards. Spring Hill's 
ball on their 47-yard line. Druhan was 
thrown for a loss of 3 yards. In the 
next play Simmons picked Schimpf off 
the ground and dropped him for a small 
loss. Riffel kicked to Congdon on 40- 
yard line. Congdon returned ball 17 



yards. Gremillion was knocked out of 
game by a badly wrenched arm. Brous- 
sard took his place at right guard. 
Evans kicked to Andrepont, who sig- 
naled for free catch. 

Last Quarter — Spring Hill's ball on 
25-yard line. On a quarterback buck 
Becker gained 4 yards. Bauer went 
8 on a run around right end, and was 
tackled so hard by Evans that he was 
knocked out for a time, but continued 
in game. Cassidy kicked to Chambers, 
who got ball and ran towards Port Mor- 
gan 's goal. Kirby passed to Congdon 
for a gain of 5 yards. Davis' pass to 
Evans fell out of bounds. Evans 
kicked to Spring Hill's 15-yard line. 
Cassidy signals for fair catch. Becker 
gained 2 yards on quarterback buck and 
Schimpf in a tackle-over-tackle gained 
2 more. Cassidy kicked to Cooper, who 
received ball on 35-yard line. Congdon, 
on a long run around right end, gained 
8 yards. On account of foul tackle 
Fort Morgan was penalized 5 yards. 
Three bucks by Evans and Congdon 
gained 22 yards for Fort Morgan. Cong- 
don was thrown for a loss. Fort Mor- 
gan was penalized 5 yards for off-side. 
Evans, from 45-yard line, tried for a 
drop kick, barely missing the goal by 
less than two feet. Spring Hill's ball 
on their 25-yard line. Andrepont 
bucked through centre for 5 yards. 
Becker and Bauer were both thrown for 
losses. Riffel kicked to 40-yard line, 
Cooper returning ball 8 yards. Evans 
gained 10 yards on a forward pass from 
Davis. Davis' second pass was taken 
by Bauer. Druhan went 4 on a buck 
through centre. Riffel kicked to Cong- 

don, who caught ball on Spring Hill's 
30-yard line and returns it 5 yards. 
Congdon went through line for 4 yards. 
Evans received Congdon 's pass and 
carried ball to Spring Hill's 18-yard 
line. Whistle blew for end of game 
with a to score. 

The line-up : 

Fort Morgan — McDaniels, left end ; 
Sbarp, left tackle; Davis, left guard; 
Chambers, centre ; Bovenyk, right 
guard ; Geiker, right tackle ; Simmons, 
right end ; Kirby, quarterback ; Evans, 
right halfback; Cooper, fullback; Cong- 
don, left halfback. 

Spring Hill — Needham, left end ; 
Schimpf, left tackle ; Munoz, left guard ; 
Black, centre ; Gremillion, Broussard, 
right guard ; Ducote, right tackle ; Cas- 
sidy, right end; Pardue (captain), 
Becker, quarterback ; Bauer, Druhan, 
right half; Becker, left half; Andre- 
pont, fullback. 


Thanksgiving morning, Spring Hill's 
track representatives pitted their 
strength and endurance against Barton 
Academy and the local Y. M. C. A. at 
Monroe Park. As many of the track 
men were scheduled for the afternoon 
football contest they were kept back 
so they might be fresh, consequently in 
the senior events Spring Hill was weak. 
However, the juniors held up their side 
by capturing everything on the pro- 
gram, getting first, second and third 
in every event. 

The meet was exciting from start to 
finish, made so by the fact that the two 



competing teams kept so close together 
in points that a winner could not be 
forecasted with any degree of certainty 
until a major portion of the events had 
been run off. In the short sprints 
Spring Hill showed great speed, win- 
ning everything, but in the long dis- 
tance events, Y. M. C. A. had their turn. 

In the opinion of the enthusiastic 
crowd which watched the sports the 
three-mile race was the one thrilling 
event on the program. In the last few 
laps Adoue made desperate efforts to 
overcome the lead made by the trained 
athletes of the Y. M. C. A., but the 
plucky little runner was unable to pass 
the two leaders. 

Summaries of events as follows': 

Shot Put— Munoz, Spring Hill, first; 
Baumhauer, Y. M. C. A., second; Per- 
tuit, Spring Hill, third. Distance, 35 
feet 1 inch. 

100- Yard Dash— Prevost, Spring Hill, 
first; Dinkier, Spring Hill, second; 
Sims, Y. M. C. A., third. Time, 10 3-5 

Pole Vault— Hess, Y. M. C. A., first ; 
Williamson, Spring Hill, second; Clem- 
ent, Y. M. C. A., third. 

440-Yard Dash— Posey, Y. M. C. A., 
first ; Dinkier, Spring Hill, second ; 

Schock, Y. M. C. A., third. Time, 1 

Three-Mile Run— Carey, Y. M. C. A., 
first ; Lanck, Y. M. C. A., second ; 
Adoue, Spring Hill, third. Time, 18 
minutes' 55 seconds. 

Discus Throw — Baumhauer, Y. M. C. 
A., first; Pertuit. Spring Hill, second; 
Mclntyre, Spring Hill, third. Distance, 
90 feet 3 inches. 

220- Yard Dash— Prevost, Spring Hill, 
first; Posey, Y. M .C. A., second; Sims, 
Y M. C. A., third. Time, 26 seconds. 

Broad Jump— Kohl, Y. M. C. A., 
first; Fuller, Y. M. C. A., second; Sa- 
laun, Spring Hill, third. Distance, 16 
feet 3 inches. 

Junior Summaries. 

50- Yard Dash — Barker, first ; Orsi, 
second ; Martin, third. Time, 6 seconds. 

High Jump — Braud, first ; Orsi, sec- 
ond; Martin, third. Height, 4 feet 9 

100- Yard Dash — Barker, first; Orsi, 
second ; Martin, third. Time 11 1-2 sec- 

220- Yard Dash— Barker, first; Mar- 
tin, second ; Newsham, third. Time, 27 

One Mile Relay — Braud, first ; Gaines, 
second ; McCormick, third. 



J. T. BECKER, 12. 
M. H. DIAZ, '12. 


The season of 1910 has, so far, revo- 
lutionized all past attractions and oc- 
currences of our little dominion so sur- 
rounded with "atmosphere." There 
are some wonderful things that have 
not only happened but that even take 
place daily, so it would not be amiss to 
quote a few. 

The "Prince of England," who lately 
paid us a flying visit, was telling the 
boys about his adventures with Barney 
Oldfield's cousin. " Bah, Jove, I say," 
he uttered, "Barney Oldfield ain't in it 
with this chappie." 

Aeroplanes can soar high, but our 
football team has soared higher in the 
game against our brother College from 
the "Logical Point" city. Moreover, 
the team is so ' ' crack ' ' that we hear the 
report every time they make a buck. 

Automobiles, especially if driven by 
Barney Oldfield's cousin, can go fast, 
but don't forget that we have ten-sec- 
ond men on our track team. Now as 
to whether they are "ten-second" inas- 
much as they can sprint 100 yards in 
that time, or whether we have ten men 
coming in second at the races — oh ! that 
is different. 

The "White Man's Hope" has re- 
solved to run three miles for a winner 
on Thanksgiving Day. Congratula- 
tions, old "chappie;" we whites do 
hope in you. 

Speaking about the "White Man's 
Hope," some one said he was going to 

run the hundred-mile dash. So many 
wonderful prodigies occur in this our 
century of wonders that we were be- 
ginning to believe it; but after solemn 
deliberations we think that our friend 
should take a long rest. 

"The ends of the gridiron eleven are 
so fast," say Beckeristi and Blackisti 
in the " Physical Morning Seismo- 
graph," "that they put the L. & N. New 
Orleans accommodation in the shade." 
First of all we can assure the gentle- 
men that the statement is no flattery. 
Secondly, we must correct the "rev- 
erend signors" by saying that there are 
no shady trees between this point and 
the Crescent City, for if there were we 
assure them that half of the passen- 
gers would buy tickets for "Shade 

There is no doubt but that the bil- 
liard sharks are beginning to bite the 
legs off the amateurs. Spare them, 
kind brothers, for they are green ; wait 
till they get ripe. You may pull their 
legs, though. 

We heard about the "rumor floating 
around the top of the hill," but we 
don't feel the sand bags dropping on 
our heads, that is, if the rumor has 
taken the shape of an airship, so we are 
quite safe from a sudden attack. 

"The 'first aid class' will have to ap- 
ply their knowledge if the 'ten second 
men' fail to come in first," says the 
Prince of England. Right you are, 



Prince ; precisely so. But we ask : Do 
you, kind sir, belong to the first aid? 
No? Nonsense, brother ; nonsense. Get 
your first aid book, take a look at the 
skeleton and if you can tell a jaw-bone 
from a collar-bone, why, we shake, and 
you are in. 

Sousa's band is a bit loud. We mean 
Sousa's hat-band, for the Sousanian 
Silver Sourtette is a success. 

There is another "rumor" that 
Physics will go to the dogs. Unani- 
ously we utter NO ! ! ! The dogs are 
happy enough as they are now, and we 
must not tax their appetite. 

The discus throwers are fast, heavy 
men, — that is, the old Greek throwers. 
However, our team is teeming with the 
anticipation of winning a few medals. 
In fact, we have constructed a room in 
which to keep the trophies. 

A terrible catastrophe, followed by a 
report, has befallen one of the inmates 
of Sousa's household. Imploringly we 
turn to our kind brother of the "first 
aid" to produce a remedy for busted 
drumheads' and save "No jokes" little 
nickles and dimes. 

'Twas not long ago that Mr. A. B. 
Chicken of the. silent duet was inter- 
viewed by our special reporter concern- 
ing the enigma of the boy, the drum and 
the dollar. When our correspondent 
meekly begged for the solution the said 
chicken magnate shouted wildly into 
the amazed face of our writer: "Let 
George do it!!!" 

"But who is George?" asked the re- 
porter. At this juncture Mr. Chicken 
jumped into his Panhard and was 
driven away rapidly into space. Oh! 

Benevolent Being, how could you be so 
cruel ? 

We quote from the Dormitorian : 
"Mr. B., after he, together with Mr. M., 
had taken off the heavy, tedious part in 
the sad, sorrowful, tearful drama of 
love and hate, was heard to say in the 
wee hours of the morning : Oh, George, 
what beautiful blue eyes you have got." 

Since the "Winterettes" is only a 
quarterly, we must, of course, quote 
from the "Senior Trombone." Mel- 
chisedech, alias Joe Cannon, is ill, 
though not seriously. Oh, misery of 
miseries ! oh, tempora ! oh, Moses ! 
But why, do we ask, should he not be 
sick? He puffs away incessantly on a 
Principe, Henry the Fourth, or other 
two-for-a-quarter brands, which should 
only be seen in Vandy's mouth. To de- 
prive Melchisedech of his cigars would 
be to deprive him of his greatest joy. 
We could not picture Joe Cannon with- 
out his eternal Pittsburg stogie. The 
"first aid" is faithfully attending to 
him, however, and we breathe easier. 
We have faith in the "first aid." It 
seems that Melchisedech has contracted 
rich men's diseases, as growing pains, 
and passion for music and cigars. We 
wish him a quick recovery and — cigars. 

At last after many months of waiting 
our detectives have discovered the 
mystery which has been casting a gloom 
over our city. We have noticed that 
the Prince always sleeps over time, but 
our Sherlock discovered that he sleeps 
with a watch under his pillow. (JOKE). 

We were sitting quietly in our sanc- 
tum not long ago when up comes one 
of our reporters, shaking like a leaf. 


Standing — Pertuit, Mclntyre, Salaun, Mnldowney, Munoz. Adoue. 
Kneeling — Williamson, Martin, Dinkier, Prevost, Orsi, Holland. 


Left to Right — Home, Brand, Martel, Newsham. Brady. Lawless, Cassidy, 

Webre, Barker. 



Immediately the "first aid" was called 
in and found that it was a severe case 
of disappointment. The correspondent 
told us afterwards that the mill be- 
tween "Hearts and Flowers," and the 
"Birmingham Hammer" had been post- 
poned indefinitely. We hear daily re- 
ports concerning the aviation meet. 
Horrors ! Is meat going up? It cannot 
be so. Please, some one correct us. 
However, we are relieved by the fact 
that though it has gone up it must come 
down. (Newton's Law of Gravity. 
Physics, page 16, etc.). 

Miss Holly, our sweetest, wisest, wit- 
tiest sponsor always hands out a glad 
word to Freshmen in general ; never- 
theless we are led to believe that his 
attentions are being centered on Harry, 
the meat specialist, in particular. Oh, 
fortunate being ! 

Ulysses has invented a most wonder- 
ful instrument for detecting very small 
particles ; we have bought the rights of 
patent and will use the instrument for 
finding new subscribers and adver- 
tisers. Look out ! We will get you yet. 

One of our correspondents was hold- 
ing a conversation with Pleasants the 
other day and the following dialogue 

ensued: "Say, Pleas., what is Christ- 



"Sah! Christmas? We're thah al- 
ready, Sah." 

"No, Pleas., we ain't there yet. I 
want you to tell me just what Christmas 
is, and I'll give you some candy — or 

"Brandy! Yah, that's wot I wants. 
— Well, Christmas is thah time when all 
de white folks says 'Merry Christmas' 
an' all de niggers dey says 'Christmas 
gift,' an' de nigger he has de best time 
of anybody, an' it don't come but once 
a year, an — Christmas is Christmas — 
dat's all, — yas, sah! — thank you, sah." 

We have just received notice that the 
"White Man's Hope" lost out, but he 
nearly got there; if it had not been for 
his flappers, which were a trifle too 
large, he would have bitten the string. 
"Twinkler" did not twinkle for a win- 
ner, but the "Shadow" of course fell 
ahead and won two medals. 

Since the argument about the clarinet 
is still on, also the marriage of Phite 
and Graphite in the Phys. auditorium, 
we must abstain from printing further 
announcements about these affairs. 
AVait faithfully for the next number. — 
Oh ! slush ! Pass the molasses, Shruntz. 




J. P. NEWSHAM, JR., 12. 

Over here on the east end of the 
house we have been literally kept on 
the jump since you last heard from us. 

Of course, football in theory and 
practice has been the one absorbing 
topic of interest. Our first eleven more 
than lived up to the reputation made by 
former first elevens of the Second Di- 
vision. In our outside games we suffer- 
ed but one defeat, and then we suc- 
cumbed to a team that far outweighed 
us. Though we failed to carry off the 
palm of victory in this one game, yet 
we are fully conscious that we went 
down to defeat in noble, honorable bat- 
tle. A most pleasing feature of our vic- 
tories and our defeat was the loyal sup- 
port and encouragement tendered us 
by both ends and the middle of the 
house. We are the crude material from 
which future generations of 'varsity 
teams must be fashioned ; hence we are 
treated with the most kindly considera- 
tion, handled most tenderly, and every- 
thing in the world is done to render us 
both pliant and malleable during our 
formative period. 

One very delightful incident connect- 
ed with our victories, as also with our 
defeat, was the "treat" that invariably 
followed. Now, every old Springhillian 
knows all that the word "treat' 1 im- 
plies, and suffice it to say that our 
treats were second to none and snperior 
to many. "We had a particularly grand 
blowout on the occasion of the visit 
of the Loyola team from New Orleans. 

By the way, the physical being of one 
of the Loyola youths was so elongated 
that he wore out a bald spot on the top 
of his head by bumping it against the 
iron rods at the head of his bed in his 
endeavors to keep his pedal extremities 
under cover. 

Well, well, didn't our track team just 
mop up with the Junior Y. M. C. A. and 
Barton Academy in the triangular meet 
at Monroe Park on Thanksgiving morn- 
ing? By winning first, second and 
third in every single event we carried 
off all the points there were. Willie 
Barker was the hero of the day, and 
he sometimes modestly exhibits to his 
friends the three gold medals they gave 
him for his three firsts. Ask him to 
show them to you. He may, though he 
is overwhelmingly modest and bashful 
at times. 

Much of our succeess in track ath- 
letics is doubtless to be attributed to 
the fifth of a mile running track re- 
cently laid out around the yard. The 
track is constructed of that good old 
Alabama red clay, with a judicious ad- 
mixture of sand and cinders, and is as 
fast a piece of road as can be met up 
with anywhere. 

As you may remember, my dear old 
Springhillian, if you recall your earlier 
days in our academic halls and groves, 
one of the most interesting amusements 
of this season is squirrel-trapping. The 
squirrel population in the "shed" at 
the present moment must be fully 50, 



taking no account of the numerous vjs- The gymnasium work under tne 

capes. Chief among the trappers is the splendid supervision of Mr. Tinsman 
veteran Paul Theard, who counts that stiU continues to enjoy a very large 

,.,,»., j.. measure of popularity, 

day lost on which he tails to entice a _,, , ,. , , , , 

Oh ! the days are long and dreary, 
couple of flying squirrels to partake of and our heartg are wearyj waiting> 

his treacherous hickory nuts. waiting, waiting for Christmas. To be- 
They say that the Junior Academy Ys guile the tiresome days we have start- 
going to give us a play at half-session, ed Soccer football. The fellows are 
This is only a rumor, which we ha\e taking very kindly to it and beginning 
been unable to verify, for nowhere is to see that the game can be made as ex- 
secrecy more mysteriously maintained citing and interesting as the Rugby we 
than by the members of this august as- have been accustomed to. 
semblage. However, we feel safe in So. good-bye, till our next, and may 
predicting that if the Academicians do you have as merry a Christmas as we 
decide to strut the boards they will do expect to have, and, for the rest, may 
it well. you live long and prosper. 


Suggested by the Physician's words regarding Lady Macbeth: 
"More needs she the divine than the physician." 

A. F. VASQUEZ, 12. 

Deep in the mind, beneath the channel's course, 
Hid from all streams of joy, deep lies remorse ! 
Aye, deep beneath the surface, who can tell 
The burden in the caverns of the mind? 
Thou liest in the drooping, sinking soul. 
The unheard cry, the swoon, the fear, the dole ; 
Until beneath the wild waves, tempest blown, 

Dragged by thy weight the soul in death sinks down. 

# # # 

Lady Macbeth, majestic, lightsome, fair, 
Is there no hand can lift thee from despair? 
Aye ! go thou to the priest that waits alone 
Upon his secret, silent judgment-throne. 
Remorse shall leave thee at the sweet "Forgive," 
And thou shalt rise from ocean depths and live. 

Thou wilt not? "Wilt not go where sun-light gleams? 
Then have thy night of everlasting dreams. 




J. B. RIVES, 13. 

The football team has enjoyed a good 
season in spite of the fact that they lost 
the majority of their games. This was 
due to the fact that every team they 
played outweighed them at least ten 
pounds to the man. In two practice 
games against the big yard, though de- 
feated, they showed good form, with an 
improvement in the second. 

They won their first game from Bar- 
ton Academy by the score of 35 to 0. 
Barker was easily the star of the game, 
making five out of the seven touch- 
downs. Almost every time he got the 
ball he scored. The backs, especially 
Dowe, did splendidly, and so well did 
the line hold that Barton could not 
gain a first down. 

They were defeated by the Loyola 
College after a plucky fight by the 
score of 16 to 5. Barker made the only 
touch-down for Spring Hill, and Har- 
rison, Brousseau and McKinney made 
the other three for Loyola, while Al- 
dige kicked one goal. Hinderman did 
good work for the visitors, and Dowe 
and Barker were the stars for Spring 
Hill. The line-up of the two teams was 
as follows : 

Spring Hill.— Touart, left end; Pot- 
ter, left tackle; Berthelot, left guard; 
Williamson, centre; Boudousquie, right 
guard; Rives, right tackle; Barker, 
right end; Van Heuvel, quarterback; 
Cassidy, right halfback; Webre, full- 

Loyola — Fredericks, left end; Zeig- 

ler, Bassich, left tackle ; Massich, left 
guard ; Doyle, centre ; Gaudin, right 
guard; Nichols, right tackle; McKin- 
ney, right end ; Harrison, quarterback ; 
Brousseau, left halfback; Aldige, right 
halfback ; Hinderman, fullback. 

Soccer Football. — After the close of 
the regular football season we started 
a Soccer league. The boys are now able 
to play fairly well, and some good 
games are expected. 

Basket Ball. — Five leagues have been 
organized and great games are played 
every holiday. The captains of the 
first league are Braud and Potter; of 
the second Martel and Chippuis ; of the 
third, Drago and Celestin ; of the 
fourth, Pertuit and deBonneval, and of 
the fifth, Nail and Walmsley. 

Track Meet. — The greatest success of 
the year was the track meet at Monroe 
Park on the morning of Thanksgiving 
Day. Spring Hill walked away with 
everything in the Junior events. Bar- 
ker won the 50, the 100 and the 220- 
yard dashes. Braud won the high 
jump, and the mile relay was won by 
the Spring Hill team comprising Braud, 
Webre, Lawless and Cassidy. Barker 
and Braud received medals for their 
victories and the relay team received a 
pennant A pennant was also given to 
the whole team for making the greatest 
number of points. There is a rumor 
of another meet to be held in the spring, 
at which we hope to duplicate this per- 





'Tis Christmas, in our hearts the wintry wind 
Tapping, awakes affections loving, kind, 
And every soul is spell-bound by the sway 
Of love divine borne on the breeze today. 

'Tis Christmas, lo, and as our heart awakes, 
Behold in golden east Aurora breaks, 
Nature is with us as the night goes stealing, 
Lo ! calling madly, merry chimes are pealing. 

'Tis Christmas, oh ! how clear before mine eyes, 
Doth Bethlehem's sweet vision peaceful rise; 
And in the cave the Maiden Mother there 
Gazing upon her Son, her God in prayer. 

Would that the wintry wind that moves along, 
Awakening the heart with heavenly song, 
May ever strike the same celestial chord 
It strikes today, and wake us to the Lord ! 

Would that its gentle tapping on the soul, 
Driving away our terror and our dole, 
May, when the world is past, awake our love 
And waft us to the Bethlehem above ! 




Anxiously and on tiptoe we inserted 
the key into the lock and opened wide 
the doors of our sanctum. We have 
peeped into every nook and corner and 
have found them brimming full of col- 
lege magazines from the four corners 
of the globe. Abounding in excellent lit- 
erature, they have afforded us many 
hours of profitable perusal and instruc- 
tion. Now, to give equal praise to all 
would be a matter of filling a book ; 
moreover, it would not be just with re- 
gard to those that surpass the others. 
All are up to the standard, and in each 
of them we find some article worthy of 
special mention. Space and time, how- 
ever, will not allow us to dwell upon 
each of them in particular. 

The Sesame Annual of St. Xavier 
Academy, Chicago, 111., was the first to 
attract our attention, with its neat de- 
signs and munificent engravings. 
Glancing through its columns we find 
plenty of good literature and poetry. 
The magazine is novel in every way, and 
we congratulate the staff on their work 
and wish them success in the future. 

"Impressions of Theodore Roosevelt" 
in the October Gonzaga, from Gonzaga 
College, Spokane, Washington, is an ar- 
ticle which well deserves consideration, 
whether we take the author's view of 
the subject or not. We trust, however, 
that, since the mule of Democracy has 
rather kicked the G. 0. P. out of the 
limelight, the author's cry for "More, 
more!" has been somewhat quieted. 

"The Religion of Ferrer" in the 
same number in a powerfully written 
style gives the real motives of the Span- 
ish agitator, and is well worth careful 

In the Georgetown Journal of No- 
vember Mr. Haggerty has a novel col- 
umn of "College Chattering," and we 
cannot desist from congratulating the 
gentleman on his style and theme. We 
were sorry, however, that he gave 
away the secret of the girl in the case, 
because not everyone can understand 
why this particular Miss should have 
read his article and laughed. A good 
account of the Passion Play, which has 
been touched upon more or less by the 
college journals in general, is also an 
attractive addition to the monthly. 

The Fleur de Lis of the St. Louis Uni- 
versity contains several good stories ; 
but what we like best in the November 
issue are the poems which give a classic 
tone to the publication. 

In the future we expect to be able to 
dedicate more space and time to the fol- 
lowing exchanges : The Mercury, 
Mountaineer, Oahuan, St. Mary's Senti- 
nel, Apostolic Record, U. of Mississippi 
Magazine. St. Angela's Echo, S. V. G. 
Student, Fordham Monthly, The Morn- 
ing Star, Niagara Index, Loretto Cres- 
cent, The Mercerian, Marquette Uni- 
versity Journal, Villa Scholastica Quar- 
terly, Echoes from the Pines, Old Gold 
and Purple, The Dial, St. Ignatius Col- 
legian, the Agnetian Quarterly. 




Since our last issue, Leslie E. 
'49 Brooks, of Mobile, who entered 

the College in the session 1849- 
1850, has passed from our midst. He 
was at one time State Senator and oc- 
cupied other positions of trust in his 
native city and county. Throughout his 
entire public career he bore the reputa- 
tion of a man of unflinching honor and 

Charles Aitkins, A. B.> Vice-Prin- 
77 eipal of McDonough High School 

No. 1, New Orleans, La., paid his 
Alma Mater a visit at the beginning of 
the school year. He met many old 
friends and took special delight in go- 
ing over his old haunts. He found the 
new Spring Hill very different from 
the Spring Hill of his day. 

Hon. Paul Leche, A. B., who was a 
classmate of Mr. Aitkens, is District 
Judge of the Twenty-seventh Louisiana 
District. At the last National Conven- 
tion of the Knights of Columbus, held 
in Quebec, Judge Leche was State Dele- 
gate for Louisiana. His only son, Karl, 
is a member of the Senior Class. 

Walter Walsh, '78, was elected 
'78 School Commissioner of Mobile 
County November 8th. His eld- 
est son, P. Walter Walsh, received the 
degree A. B. last June. 

William J. Formento, A. B., law- 
'89 yer and notary public of New Or- 
leans, La., lately spent a few days 
on a visit to Spring Hill. 

Cornelius P. Mclntyre, A. B., A. 
'92 M., '05, of Montgomery, Ala., 

paid Spring Hill a visit at the be- 
ginning of November. Mr. Mclntyre is 
an uncle of James D. Mclntyre of the 
Superior Class. 

A frequent and welcome visitor 
'94 to the College is Matthias M. Ma- 

horner. A. B., A. M., '05. He gen- 
erally comes in his big machine, accom- 
panied by Mrs. Mahorner and their five 
young sons, future candidates for the 
honors so gloriously won by their fa- 
ther as a student. 

Frederick Solis, A. B., is engaged 
'00 in the Spanish consular service in 

New Orleans. As an alumnus of 
Georgetown University, where he made 
a post-graduate course, he was a mem- 
ber of the committee which lately ten- 
dered a reception to Rev. Father Him- 
mel, S. J., rector of the University. 
Father Himmel came down to attend 
the Catholic Federation Convention in 
the party of Monsignor Falconio, the 
Apostolic Delegate. 

John Jossen, of the B. S. Class of 
'00 '00, is assistant cashier of the 
City Bank & Trust Co., of Mobile. 
He is a frequent visitor at the College. 

Dr. George S. McCarty, A. B., is 
'01 practicing medicine in Sanders- 

ville, Ga., his native town. 
Raoul A. Castillo, A. B., Class '01, 
lately wrote from Santiago de Cuba. 



To those who might have forgotten him, 
he identifies himself by recalling the 
fact that he was a great friend of Fa- 
ther "Wolfe's, and a mighty trapper of 
squirrels. His loyalty to his Alma Ma- 
ter has not been dimmed with the pass- 
ing years. The occasion of his writing 
was to secure a catalogue for a friend 
who wishes to send his son to college. 
Mr. Castillo mentions that he is a travel- 
ing salesman out of Havana, Cuba. 

Theodore P. Hale, of the B. S. 
'02 Class '02, formerly of Gulfport, 
Miss., writes from Ukiah, Cal., where he 
is practicing law, and, we are told, es- 
tablishing quite a reputation as an at- 
torney. Mr. Hale was married about a 
year ago. He is a brother of Thomas P. 
Hale of the Superior Class. 

August J. Staub, Jr., of the A. B. 
'02 Class '02, has lately been elected 
President of the Cochrane State 
Bank, Cochrane, Ala. 

On Tuesday, Dec. 6th, Joseph H. 
'03 Duchamp, B. S., was married to 

Miss Nita Bienvenu. After a 
bridal trip to San Antonio and other 
Western cities, they returned to their 
home in St. Martinville, La. The 
Springhillian extends hearty congratu- 
lations to the happy young couple. 

Dr. Maximin D. Touart, A. B., A. M., 
'05, lately came from New York to pay 
his family and friends a visit before en- 
tering upon the practice of his profes- 
sion in that city. The doctor, who spent 
two years after graduation in the Har- 
lem Hospital, has promised to write an 

article for our next number on "The 
Experiences of an Ambulance Sur- 

John A. Boudousquie, A. B., has left 
Selma, Ala., for Los Angeles, Cal., 
where he expects to locate and engage 
in his profession of civil engineer. 

David A. Austin, B. S., holds the 
'04 responsible position of general 
manager of the Gillet Export 
Lumber Co., of Tampa, Fla. 

Loyola T. Cowley, A. B., is en- 
'06 gaged in the real estate and in- 
surance business with the Jas. K. 
Glennon Co., of Mobile. 

Hinton A. Touart, A. B., has re- 
'07 tired from the real estate busi- 
ness to accept the position of sec- 
retary and treasurer of the Lapwing 
Towboat Association of Mobile. 

Nicholas L. Viekers, A. B., is engaged 
in the real estate business with the firm 
of J. E. McHugh & Co., of Mobile. 

Henry R. Kevlin, B. S., was a vis- 
'08 itor to the College about Thanks- 
giving time. He refereed the S. 
H. C. Junior-Loyola College game No- 
vember 26th. Mr. Kevlin is taking a 
course in civil engineering at Tulane 

Dixon L. Austin, A. B., occupies a 
confidential position with the Tampa 
Electric Co. 

T. Semmes Walmsley has been dis- 
tinguishing himself in the athletic world 
at Tulane. He is the only man in the 
history of that University to be accord- 



ed the honor of wearing four "T's" — that Albert J. Hahn, B. S., is du- 

football, basketball, track and basket- plieating his Spring Hill record as a 

ball. student. 

Reports from the Boston School Duggan A. Neely, B. S., is assisting 

'10 of Technology are to the effect his father in the lumber export business. 



Our gridiron ne'er before has seen 
A squad so light yet strong; 

And so for this our winning team 
I'll sing a little song. 

With Captain Pardue quarterback, 

And Black upon the line, 
They both together work as well 

As on the baseball nine. 

Joe Cassidy holds down his end, 
With Needham and the best. 

While Bauer, Williamson and Schimpf 
Give visitors no rest. 

When Munoz plays upon the line, 
With Riffel stationed near, 

And Gremillion to stop the bucks, 
Spring Hill has naught to fear. 

At fullback Andrepont is seen, 
And ofttimes Broussard, too ; 

They both know how to hit the line, 
And tackle hard and true. 

Ducote always holds his ground, 
And Druhan does the same ; 

While Becker for his skill and pluck 
Deserves the greatest fame. 

The games are o'er, and we have won 
A string of vict'ries bright; 

So wave above our gallant team 
The Purple and the White. 




"For he's a jolly good fellow," is the 
meed of praise which the football heroes 
of Spring Hill College bestowed on 
Charles Schimpf, Jr., for the oyster 
supper which he gave them Wednesday 
night as a mark of regard for their 
prowess in having kept the colors of the 
college without a single bullet hole of 
defeat throughout the season of 1910 
on the gridiron. 

When the jolly crowd of students 
"hit" the restaurant shortly after 5 
o'clock it was taken in hand by their 
former fellow student, Charles Schimpf, 
Jr., and shot to the second floor of the 
restaurant where the table had been 
laid for the spread. There was no cere- 
mony about "getting down to busi- 
ness" at the handsomely decorated 
table, that reflected credit to Mrs. 
Charles Schimpf. 

After the first hunger had been ap- 
peased, everybody and his neighbor 
started to take account of things and 
then it was noticed that the cards bear- 
ing the names of the guests were per- 
fect works of art, being hand-painted 
in the college colors of purple and white 
with a football bearing the letters S. H. 
C. and the year 1910. The walls and 
the ceiling were decorated with pen- 
nants of various colleges, that of Spring 
Hill predominating. 

The spread went the way of all 
spreads, and after the coffee had been 
passed and the smoking material put 
everyone in a mellow mood, speeches 
were called for. Father Clarkson, S. 
J., in charge of the party, thanked the 

host for the luxurious spread and then 
congratulated the football men on the 
glorious fight throughout the season. 
He also complimented them on the fact 
that from a green team they had made 
a mark in the football history of the 
college which the team of 1911 would 
find hard to duplicate or even follow, 
and wound up by wishing the next team 
as much success during the coming sea- 

E. G. Maxon, coach, was the next 
speaker. His praises were not greater 
than in his opinion the work of the 
team deserved, for he also dwelt on 
the fact that the team was a green one 
and had worked so hard and faithfully 
that they even held the Fort Morgan 
team to a to game. Referring to 
this game, Mr. Maxon said that when 
the boys in blue had forced the ball to 
the two-yard line there were many 
eyes in the field which were wet, be- 
cause they thought that the long, clean 
record of victory would be dimmed at 

J. T. Becker was forced to say a few 
words. Although this student may be 
a doughty warrior on the gridiron, he 
admitted that he was no talker, and the 
mark of esteem which his friends will 
most likely bestow on him in the fu- 
ture will no doubt be the loving title of 

Many of the other players were call- 
ed on to speak, and each one got up 
and pluckily faced the music, most of 
them having a good word for the host 
and a loving word for the coach. 



Before the party left the festive 
board, Frank Schimpf, the young son 
of Charles Schimpf, was elected the 
mascot of the team of 1911, and a cap- 
tain of the new team was also elected. 
The election of the captain was by se- 
cret ballot, and the votes were handed 
to Mr. Clarkson in sealed envelopes. 
Enough was whispered of the favorite 
for the position, however, to state on 
good authority of the members of the 
team that the name which will be found 

on every ballot will be that of John T. 

The following sat at the festive 
board : Mr. Clarkson, S. J., Coach E. 
G. Maxon, Assistant Coach A. Pharr, 
S. P. Pardue, J. T. Becker, C. L. Black, 
J. T. Bauer, L. P. Andrepont, W. S. 
Ducote, T. K. Schimpf, D. J. Munoz, 
H. C. Gremillion, M. J. Cassidy, R. J. 
Needham, G. R. Broussard, J. J. Dru- 
han, C. E. Williamson, S. V. Riffel, C. 
B. Walmsley, C. R. G. Schimpf and 
Frankie Schimpf. 

Melchior of Boston — Michael Earls, S 
J., Benziger Brothers, New York, $1. 
The cry of the age is for the "man 
with a message." Such a man is the 
Rev. Michael Earls, S. J., and the mes- 
sage he has for us now is done up in a 
little blue and gold volume on whose 
title page we find the curious caption 
"Melchior of Boston." The book tells 
the history of a tragically interesting 
bit of life in a family in which the 
father is a Protestant and the wife and 
children are Catholics. The whole is 
a tale of modern Boston and ancient 

Babylon. That duality of place is mys- 
tifying, but not after you have read the 
book. Throughout the author handles 
an intricate and interesting situation in 
a masterly way. Mr. Earls shows that 
he has a firm but gentle grasp on the 
deep heart life, the fuller life of the 
soul. The author should feel grateful 
to his publishers for the extremely at- 
tractive form in which they have pre- 
sented his work. We have been led to 
expect good taste from the Benziger 
Brothers, but the present volume is al- 
luring in its attractiveness. 


H. Gervias, '14. 

(Written on being "mesmerized" by 

that "Mendelssohn Tune.") 
What is my fair neighbor singing? 
It sounds like a classical air ; 
All over the gamut she's springing. 
What is my fair neighbor singing? 
Out of the grave there come wringing 
Sighs of melodic despair. 
What is my fair neighbor singing? 
Ah, me, 'tis a popular air. 

Spring Hill College 

Mobile, Alabama 

@LPRING HILL COLLEGE is built on rising ground, five miles distant from 
<^ MOBILE, and elevated one hundred and fifty feet above the sea-level. It 
enjoys a constant refreshing breeze, which renders its situation both agreeable 
and healthy. The surrounding woods afford the most pleasant summer walks. 
A never failing spring at the foot of the hill, and within the College grounds, 
furnishes an abundant and lasting supply of water to the beautiful lake where 
the students may safely enjoy the beneficial exercise of swimming. Long ex- 
perience has proved that, owing to its position, the College is entirely exempt 
from those diseases which prevail at certain seasons in the South. 

The College was incorporated in 1836 by the Legislature of Alabama, with 
all the rights and privileges of a University, and empowered in 1840 by Pope 
Gregory XVI. to grant degrees in Philosophy and Theology. 

The directors of the institution are members of the Society of Jesus, which 
from its origin has devoted itself to the education of youth. They will endeavor 
to show themselves deserving of the confidence reposed in them by evincing on 
all occasions a parental solicitude for the health and comfort of those entrusted 
to their charge, by sparing no pains to promote their advancement and by keep- 
ing a careful and active watch over their conduct. The exercise of their author- 
ity will be mild without being remiss, in enforcing the strict discipline and good 
order so essential for the proper culture of both mind and heart. By this two- 
fold education, which is based on Religion and Morality, they will exert all 
their energies not only to adorn the minds of their pupils with useful knowledge, 
but to instill into their hearts solid virtue and a practical love of the duties 
which they will have to discharge in after life. 

The public worship of the institution is that of the Catholic Religion ; how- 
ever, pupils of other denominations are received, provided that, for the sake of 
order and uniformity, they are willing to conform to the exterior exercises of 

The plan of studies is established on a large scale, and is calculated to suit 
not only the wants but the progress of society. It consists of three principal 
courses under the name of PREPARATORY, ENGLISH and CLASSICAL. 

French, German, Spanish, Italian, form separate courses, are optional, and 
are taught without extra charge. 

Extensive grounds, spacious buildings, commodious class-rooms, library, 
reading rooms, billiard and recreation rooms, and the largest and best equipped 
college gymnasium in the South, every facility for the self-improvement and 
physical well-being of the student. 

For Catalogue, etc., apply to REV. F. X. TWELLMEYER, President. 

'Say you saw it in The Springhillian." 

j. m. n q. 




The object of THE SPRINGHILLIAN is to record College 
events, to stimulate literary endeavor among the students, and 
to form a closer bond between the boys of the Present and the Past 



Autumn, the Painter (Poem) — M. Humbert Diaz, '12 3 

The Human Soul Is Immortal — James E. Duggan, '10 4 

A Sea of Horrors, Wallace Weatherly, '13 11 

The Pure of Heart (Poem)— E. I. F. 15 

The Graduate and the Newspaper Profession — Jack J. McGrath 16 

The Midnight Sun (Poem)— A. C. M. 21 

A Case of Miscalculation — John J. Becker, '12 23 

Short Measure 24 

Pen Picture of an Iceberg — William A. Mulheim, '13 24 

A Scene in Autumn — Frank M. Martin, '13 24 

Winter — Frank Prohaska, '13 25 

Jim, a Story of the Pines — M. Humbert Diaz, '12 26 

Lafitte, the Pirate of the Gulf— Thomas P. Hale, '11 29 

Personal Reminiscences of Robert E. Lee — J. Morgan Byrnes 33 

There's No Place Like Home — Joseph P. Newsham, '12 37 

His Last Game— Stephen V. Riffel, '11 39 

The New Chapel — Joseph P. Newsham, '12 41 

On the Gambling Habit— D. S. Moran, '11 43 

Editorials 46 

College Notes 47 

First Division Talks — Frank L. Prohaska, '13 49 

Second Division Jottings — Joseph P. Newsham, '12-John B. Rives, '13 51 

Alumni 55 

Athletics— D. S. Moran, '11 63 

Wedding Bells 67 

Obituary 67 





Silent and sad came the Painter a-creeping, 

Strolling through fields, and the hills he Went o'er; 
And from his lute stole sad melody weeping, 
Waging in song, then in innocence sleeping, 
Chanted in music on sea and on shore 
That Summer should sleep, sleep again as before. 

Slowly the Summer in tears and in sorrow, 
Flitted before him as shadow drew near; 

Praying that she brighter days still might borrow, 
As calmly and cold she was laid on the bier, 
Summer, that Summer we once held so dear. 

Inside the forest now Autumn was strolling, 

Painting the leaves in the valley and dell; 
Pushing behind him Weird Winter was rolling 
And in his pomp and his glory Was drolling; 
But Summer was sleeping under the hill, 
Summer, that Summer we once loved so well. 





There is one thing I am certain of 
in the this world, and that is death. 
Some day, when the gentle shades of 
evening are just obscuring the gor- 
geous hues of the Occident, I shall de- 
part this life and be lost completely to 
the memory of men. The day must 
come when I shall no longer tread the 
weary and thorn-strewn paths of this 
world, but sleep silently beneath cold, 
gray marble. Then, at this termination 
of my days, let me inquire: Shall I, 
when the turbulent fever of life has 
been stilled, fall into a state of non-ex- 
istence? When this world-wearied 
flesh shall have sunk, festering and de- 
caying, into the grave, is there yet 
some part of me that travels to a dis- 
tant and eternal home? Or is this life 
merely a twilight before the night, aft- 
er which no dawn shall follow? In 
fine, was I created for time or for eter- 
nity? For earth or for Heaven? 

Why should I trouble my poor head 
about such useless questions, that are 
too far beyond the pale of human com- 
prehension for me to fathom? That 
intense spirit of commercialism which 
pervades the majority of modern 
minds almost forbids the entrance of 
these fanciful questions for considera- 
tion. Moreover, even though I should 
agree to follow your line of argument, 
your efforts would only be as idle as 
they are futile ; for who understands 

these things but God? I can readily 
see: "How can we, without supposing 
ourselves under the constant care of 
a Supreme Being, give any possible ac- 
count for the nice proportion which 
we find in every great city between the 
deaths and the births?" I can see that 
the marvellous and beautiful order 
which governs all the things of Na- 
ture demands the existence of an all- 
wise Originator. And furthermore, 
when I look upon that most wonder- 
ful and most intricate of all structures, 
my mind is lost in the contemplation 
of the sublime power which that mi- 
crocosm, man, postulates. But this is 
not the bone of contention. I ask you : 
Because I admit a Supreme Intelli- 
gence Who rules over everything and 
Who made everything from nothing, 
am I forced to admit therefrom the im- 
mortality of the human soul? On the 
contrary, I conclude that, since God 
created the hitman soul, the end which 
the human soul must serve depends 
entirely on the Divine Will, whose 
ways are inscrutable and not to be 
questioned by man. The ignorant ac- 
cept this plausible, though worthless, 
proof. The wicked, steeped in crime 
and blinded by passion, are only too 
anxious to admit that there will be no 
further life, in the hope that they may 
not suffer a punishment which they 
feel must surely come, either here or 



hereafter. But, only too often, "the 
wish is father to the thought ;" for 
there is neither a throb of hope in the 
heart of the sinner that the soul is 
mortal, nor any implicit faith in the 
proof that such is the case. The mere 
incomprehensibility of the immortali- 
ty of the soul does not in any way 
argue against its truth. The Holy 
Ghost tells us Himself that it is be- 
yond our powers of conception. 

Nor are we ignorant of this undying 
property which the soul has, because 
it depends on the free will of God. The 
Creator was perfectly free to make the 
soul mortal or immortal before crea- 
tion ; but this once willed, the nature 
of the soul cannot be changed: no 
more than a free agent can sit down 
and stand up at the same time, since 
one act implies the negation of the 

All the obstacles removed, we have 
now to prove the soul, the ultimate 
principle by which we think, live, will 
and feel,- shall never end its existence. 
This I shall prove, not by the Scrip- 
tures, though it is often spoken of 
therein. It is only just that I should 
go to God, who is eternal ; for does 
not God bestow upon the souls of an- 
imals and plants ends befitting their 
origin? Then God, infinitely wise and 
just, must grant the same to me. The 
soul of these lower beings comes from 
the potentiality of matter and ends 
with its decomposition. The soul of 
man comes from God, and should end 
with God, who has no end. God said 
to St. John in the Apocalypse: "I am 
the Alpha and the Omega." But, then, 

I promised nothing from Holy Writ. 
Let me have recourse to an illustra- 
tion. Nineteen hundred years ago the 
great Master founded upon a rock of 
adamant the Church that is the Truth, 
whose years were to continue until 
time mingle with eternity. It was 
then He appointed Peter head of the 
Holy Roman Catholic Church, and 
the other Apostles to become the asso- 
ciates of the first pope. Peter has died, 
John has died, as have the other nine, 
yet does the Church not live and flour- 
ish ? Christ did not mean that His 
Word would die with the Apostles. 
"All things shall pass away, but the 
word of the Lord shall not pass away 
forever." The Church itself is death- 
less. The Church today is the Church 
of yesterday ; the Church that inspired 
the Martyrs to acts of courage and 
fired the souls of the Crusaders and 
urged them to feats of unparalleled 
heroism and bravery, is the same 
Church that is now governed bv Pius 
X. Its identity has remained un- 
changed throughout the ages. 

So with the human compound. The 
material organism may pass through 
numerous varied states of change, but 
the soul remains permanent amid 
changing accidents. It is a well-estab- 
lished fact, admitted by all the most 
noted scientists, that the vast number 
of particles composing the physical or- 
ganization are constantly perishing 
and being renewed ; my hair and my 
finger nails are sufficient evidence of 
this. Yet my identity remains the 
same. "The infant is born, the child 
is soon developed, youth comes and 


soon glides into maturity ; then old age 
creeps on, the approach to the tomb 
is swifter ; the bright eye of youth has 
yielded to the dimness of senility, the 
last step in the stairway of life is al- 
most reached ; the wrinkled face, the 
tottering limbs, the shaking hands, the 
dizzy head, the failing memory, all 
point to the nearness of the boundless 
shore of eternity ; yet, the child, the 
youth, the mature man, the feeble old 
man, are identically the same." Con- 
sciousness testifies to this fact. I am 
conscious that the boy of six, boister- 
ously playing beneath the shade of an 
oak, or the restless young student in 
the lower grades, is the same as the 
one now completing this sentence, al- 
though my physical form is different 
in all three stages of my development. 
It is this unity of consciousness that 
demands a principle which is unin- 
fluenced by time and remains identical 
forever. Is this principle matter? No; 
for there remains the physiological 
fact that matter changes, and is there- 
fore incapable of retaining things 
which happened many years ago. The 
eye sees a thing today, but the soul 
remembers it tomorrow. I say soul, 
because, if matter is incapable of ex- 
plaining this identity, I must acknowl- 
edge that it is something which is not 
matter, but the only alternative, form : 
and form in the human compound is 
the soul. This soul, which is the unity 
of the Ego, cannot be separated into 
parts. One part cannot be here and an- 
other there, thus forming two "I's" or 
a "We" in one person, which is clearly 
absurd. Should I be so unfortunate as 

to cut off one of my fingers, a part of 
my soul, in consequence, would not re- 
main in the amputated member and 
thus diminish the size of the soul, for 
the soul is bounded by no limits. Sel- 
dom will the imbecile be found who at- 
tempts to measure the height of a soul 
or to determine its avoirdupois. 
Equally foolish would it be to say that 
the soul had shrunk into the human 
body, since the soul is immaterial, and 
can, therefore, undergo no material 
modifications. The most cogent proof 
that the soul has no essential parts, 
and the essential parts of a thing con- 
sist in its matter and form, and that 
the soul has no external parts, which 
arise from quantity, is the certainty 
which I have that my soul apprehends 
simple ideas. I see a tired-out laborer 
meet a poor little waif, whose plight is 
far sadder than his own, and he gives 
the child a part of his very small earn- 
ings, or helps it in some way. My in- 
tellect seizes upon this act and pro- 
nounces it Charity, which idea is by 
its nature simple. I am now constrain- 
ed to admit that a principle which can 
apprehend a simple idea, must be in 
itself simple. On the other hand, 
should I claim the idea of Charity to 
be the result of a composite substance, 
either each part of the substance must 
apprehend the entire idea, or each part 
must apprehend a part of the idea, or 
only one part must apprehend the 
whole idea. The first alternative is as 
absurd as the second is impossible. 
Should each part experience the entire 
simple idea, then a person would be 
"We" and not "I," which is directly 


opposed to the testimony of conscious- 
ness. In the second place, a simple 
idea, being essentially indivisible, can- 
not be apprehended in part by a por- 
tion, or even the whole, of the vital 
principle. Should the whole idea be 
said to be the object of only a part of 
that principle, then that part, which is 
the soul, must be simple or composite. 
My thesis — the soul is simple — must 
stand if the former be admitted. A 
return to the above infinite process is 
the result of maintaining the latter. 

In order to forestall a probable ob- 
jection, let us introduce it here. A 
claim is put forward that the soul has 
material ideas. Since the cause is pro- 
portionate to the effect, the conclusion 
is drawn that the soul which is the 
cause, is material, and therefore com- 
posed and not simple. This cannot be 
the source of much difficulty when we 
consider that man views a material ob- 
ject in two ways. I look at a thing, 
and my external senses, which are ma- 
terial, observe it to be a large, yellow 
pine box, four feet deep, three feet 
long, etc. ; my mind comes into play 
and strips the object of all accidental 
qualifications, and merely conceives 
the "boxness," if I may coin a word. 
I mean by this that the external senses 
apprehend in the concrete, the soul 
in the abstract. This may be more 
thoroughly quashed by showing, as be- 
fore, that an idea cannot be material, 
since it is simple. 

We now pass to the spirituality of that 
vital principle, or, its essential inde- 
pendence of all things material either 
for its existence or operations. It is 

merely a matter of fact that the soul 
apprehends spiritual ideas, such as jus- 
tice, honesty, etc., and that this opera- 
tion is unaccompanied by a physical 
force of any kind, that it completely 
transcends all things terrestrial. In 
accordance with the scholastic theory, 
that as a thing acts so it is, it is ob- 
vious that since a being acts spiritu- 
ally, it is itself spiritual. 

To all that I have said I know there 
will be an answer, even though my 
arguments be most irresistible to rea- 
son. Can it be that I am unable to 
see that a severe headache, an agoniz- 
ing toothache or fever forbid the intel- 
lect to operate normally? The severity 
of an attack of typhoid fever has ren- 
dered me unconscious, and I accept the 
medicines offered without the slightest 
exercise of will power. Yes, we admit 
that the soul can suffer depression ac- 
cidentally on account of its union with 
the material organism, which is the 
subject of innumerable diseases and 
conditions ; but the soul cannot be said 
to suffer' when we view it in no con- 
nection with the body. 

This distinction may be somewhat 
obscure, so allow me to present a com- 
parison which may show more clearly 
what I mean. I ring the bell on my 
table, and the clapper, coming in con- 
tact with the sound bow, produces a 
sufficient noise to call my servant from 
another part of the house. Should I 
immerse the ringing bell in a basin of 
water it would scarcely be heard at 
yonder door ten feet away. I place a 
heavy cloth about it and the sound be- 
comes still fainter. Introduce the in- 



strument next into a chamber from 
which the air has been thoroughly ex- 
hausted, and nothing will be heard. 
Has the clapper been striking the bow 
with less force on its immersion in wa- 
ter and when it was wrapped in cloths? 
and has it ceased to oscillate when 
placed in a vacuum? It does seeming- 
ly act so. But the true reason for this 
apparent decrease in the intensity with 
which the two pieces of metal meet is 
merely due to the materials which cov- 
er the bell. By observation we see 
that the bell has not ceased its motion 
to and fro. It is thus that the soul is 
affected by the body. When its ma- 
terial casement becomes weakened, the 
soul appears also to have weakened, 
though it undergoes no more change 
in strength than did the clapper of the 

The establishment of the fact that 
the soul is a simple spiritual being is 
sufficient to show its perpetuity in ex- 
istence. Life may cease in a living be- 
ing either by annihilation or corrup- 
tion of that principle by which it is ac- 
tuated. By annihilation is understood 
the reduction of an object to absolute 
nothingness. Corruption, philosophi- 
cally considered, may be accidental or 
essential. The former consists in the 
destruction of the subject in which the 
principle adheres, and the latter in the 
dissolution of the component parts 
which constitute the being. 

It shall now be demonstrated that 
the soul is incorruptible both accident- 
ally and essentially, that it can be an- 
nihilated neither by itself nor by any 
other creature, and, lastly, that God 

will not annihilate it. The soul of man 
is a simple substantial being: substan- 
tial, because man does not differ from 
the animal by an accident of color, size, 
etc. Now, since this simple substan- 
tial being is composed of no constitu- 
ent parts into which it may be re- 
solved, it cannot be corrupted essen- 
tially. The soul is accidentally incor- 
ruptible, since, by its nature, it is in- 
dependent of the body for existence, 
and is therefore uninfluenced by the 
destruction of the body in which it re- 

Neither has the soul power to anni- 
hilate itself, nor has any other crea- 
ture. It is not within the power of all 
creation to reduce something to noth- 
ing. I may place a bowl of gasolene 
in a current of air, and soon my bowl 
is empty. Has the gasolene been an- 
nihilated? Should you bring your nose 
close enough, you would soon under- 
stand, by the odor of the fumes, that 
it was merely converted into an invis- 
ible gas. The body putrefies in the 
grave and returns to a small amount of 
dust ; the cake of butter which I bought 
early this morning at the creamery is 
a liquid at midday. Yet this destruc- 
tion and death embraces no true ex- 
tinction ; it is only a transformation in- 
to some other substance. Man may 
change the form of an object by divid- 
ing, combining and rearranging mole- 
cules of that object, but he has no pow- 
er over their existence. God alone be- 
ing the Creator, can alone be the De- 
stroyer. Othello confesses this ina- 
bility of man to create a life when he 
shows the difference between the soul 


and the flame of the candle in his wife's 
bedchamber — 

If I quench thee, thou flaming minister, 
I can again thy former light restore, 
Should I repent me ; but once put out thine, 
Thou cunning's! pattern of excelling nature, 
I know not where is that Promethean heat, 
That can thy light relume. 

Existence, therefore, is the continua- 
tion of God's creative conservation; 
annihilation is its discontinuation. 
Created beings can exercise no power 
over this Divine preservation; hence, 
they cannot annihilate. 

Finally, there are no grounds to be- 
lieve that God will annihilate our soul, 
since the ultimate end for which He 
created it is His extrinsic glory. God's 
glory being infinite, the soul's existence 
must likewise be the same. 

But the nature of the soul is not the 
only monitor of a future existence in 
another sphere. God, since no one 
else could, has placed within us the 
yearning for a happiness of endless du- 
ration ; by the insertion of "endless du- 
ration" we show the impossibility of 
that wish being accomplished on earth. 
The poor man strives to become rich, 
the illiterate desires knowledge, the 
slave seeks liberty, the feeble sigh for 
the agility of youth and the little boy 
with short trousers looks forward im- 
patiently to the day when he will be a 
"man ;" and these are but a few in- 
stances of the natural craving for un- 
alloyed bliss. But when these ends 
are reached are we ever satisfied? 
Even the wretched suicide seeks this 
when he takes into his own hands the 
lite which is not his to determine. He 

must return the soul to God in the 
pure state that God gave it to him. 

Is't returned as 'twas sent? Is't no worse for 
the wear? 

Think first, what you are! Call to mind what 

you mere! 
I gave you innocence, I gave you hope, 
Gave health, and genius, and an ample scope. 
Return you me guilt, lethargy, despair? 
Make out the invent'ry; inspect, compare! 
ihen die — if die you dare! 

We are only to find happiness in God. 
But suppose God would not fulfil this 
natural desire of the soul? Should 
God fail to satisfy this insatiable thirst 
He would be an impossibility; if He 
gives us this craving merely to thwart 
it, to raise our hopes and then disap- 
point us, He would be a monster, 
which is absurd. Having once given 
us a desire, He must fulfil it ; if not 
here, then in another life that shall be 
enduring to eternity. 

From the first dawn of history to the 
present day man has given testimony 
to a life everlasting. The ancients had 
their Elysian Fields for the virtuous, 
and Hades for the vicious. The idola- 
trous Indians never waver in the firm 
belief that all will be united in Buddha. 
The most savage cannibal that ever 
inhabited the coast of the Straits of 
Magellan felt guilt when he devoured 
the limbs of a visitor in those parts, or 
one of his own tribe. In our own 
country we can find in the graves of 
the Ii dians such implements of war as 
the tomahawk and the spear, placed 
there by friends in case the deceased 
should need them in the other life. 
The testimony of men, we have learn- 



ed, is the criterion of truth ; hence, our 

To the immortality of the soul there 
is yet another witness, whose veracity 
is not to be questioned. That strange 
arbiter within us, whose judgment seat 
is on our hearts, gives testimony of a 
future state, where all things shall 
have no end. There can be no mistake 
in its verdict, for it has been given to 
us by God. 

In a dark roadway, out of all hear- 
ing distance, the outlaw murders the 
lone traveller; he rifles the dead man's 
pockets and makes away with all the 
valuables. No one is suspected when 
the lifeless body is found. But why 
is it that a certain gloom has shadowed 
the life of the assassin? why that hag- 
gard look? that blank stare? It is his 
inner self telling him that Some One 
knows, though all the world is ignor- 
ant of the perpetrator of this heinous 
crime, and that the Some One will pun- 
ish. Shall he be punished here? No; 
for many of the worst criminals live 

with impunity. He no more expects 
to be punished in this life than does 
the liberal man expect that he will be 
rewarded on earth for his charities. 
We see the good suffer and the wicked 
prosper, and it is only proper that we 
should expect a just God to reverse 
this order. It is not done here below, 
so in all justice it must be done some- 
where else; and that must be after 
the flesh has fallen from the bone and 
the vital activity has ceased in the 

When at last the body sickens and 
grows weak, when the force of cor- 
ruption exceeds that of recuperation, 
when the body has deteriorated so that 
the soul can no longer operate in it — 
then Death. Death to the body, while 
the soul, uninfluenced and unscathed, 
glides into a nobler, grander and more 
intense form of existence. It has 
reached the haven whence its journey 
began, it has sojourned in foreign 
parts, and has now returned home, 
where it will remain forever with Him 
for Whom it was created. 


1 1 



"Uncle Sam" had been treating me 
rather niggardly for a long time ; not 
a letter, nor paper, nor even a postal, 
had come for more than a month. This 
was all the more grievous because I 
had been expecting many a day a letter 
from an old college chum in Mobile. 
At length, however, an oasis loomed 
in the desert; the shrill whistle of the 
postman rang out on the cool morn- 
ing air. I hastened to the door with 
the two-fold presentiment that I 
should find there a letter from George 
and that it would bring me bad news. 
Sure enough, there was a letter lying 
in the hallway, and on picking it up I 
instantly recognized the inimitable 
scrawl of my old friend. I tore the 
letter open and read : 

"Mobile, Ala., July 23, 1910. 

"Dear Old Friend : For many weary 
days I have been lying here waiting 
impatiently until I should be able to 
answer your very kind letters, and tell 
you all that has happened since I saw 
you a couple of months ago. 

" 'In medias res,' then, as Horace 
says, let me begin what must, of its 
very nature, prove to be a pretty long 
story : You remember the fishing ex- 
cursion to Snapper Banks to which I 
told you in my last letter I was look- 
ing forward. Well, it has come and 
gone and 'thereby hangs a tale.' 

"We started out on the most delight- 
ful morning God ever made. Our fish- 
ing smack was the Myrwit, a tug be- 

longing to our old friend, Capt. Maury 
Walsingham. A mottled sky overhead, 
through which the sun's rays filtered 
in varying degrees of splendor; a per- 
fectly delightful sea breeze blowing 
steadily from the west; the jolliest 
picnic fishing party imaginable, sing- 
ing anything and everything from 
'Die Wacht am Rhein' to 'In the Good 
Old United States,' playing all manner 
of pranks on one another, and even 
engaging in a 'pocket edition,' as Alvyn 
calls it, of the National Game ; all com- 
bined to make the trip down old, his- 
toric Mobile Bay one never to be for- 

"We had had an excellent breakfast 
before starting, with which no one 
seemed to find fault. No sooner, how- 
ever, had we struck the Gulf and the 
long, rolling waves began to lift our 
craft to their crests and then hurl it 
into the troughs, than one after an- 
other of our doughty and erstwhile 
merry party began to complain about 
the steak he had eaten at breakfast not 
resting well on his stomach, or that 
the flapjacks were too heavy for one 
going on a sea voyage. LeRoy was 
the first to give exterior tokens of his 
discomfort. He was quickly followed 
by 'Old Kaintuck,' who, I had thought, 

" * * * * weather the roughest gale 
That ever wind did blow." 

Willie Gegan, you know Willie, from 



New Orleans, now took his turn gaz- 
ing into the bounding billows. This 
was great fun for the rest of us who 
sat around taking snapshots of the vic- 
tims and singing: 

"O, the ocean waves may roll 

And the stormy winds may blow; 
While we poor sailors go skipping to the 
And the land lubbers lie down below — 
below — below !" 

"Our attention was soon directed, 
however, to another quarter. About 
two hundred yards to the rear we es- 
pied a long line of glossy black ob- 
jects following in the wake of our boat. 
Quick as a flash the fearful truth broke 
upon us : we were being pursued by 
a school of sharks, and the shiny black 
objects were the back fins which the 
shark usually keeps above the water. 
On they came, with ever increasing 
speed as they neared their intended vic- 
tims. And what a vast multitude of 
them there was ! Surely not less than 
three hundred. Now and then a huge 
monster would lunge up high into the 
air as if to get a better view of the 
coveted prey. Closer and closer they 
came ; some were now in front of the 
boat, others on either side, and still 
others behind. Capt. Elkton ordered 
all to the upper deck. Never was an 
order more promptly obeyed. But we 
were none too quick, for the sharks 
had already begun to jump over the 
sides of the boat in their efforts to 
seize a victim. They were all of that 
fierce type known as 'man-eaters.' 
From the upper deck we watched 
them in what seemed to be perfect 

safety; but from the anxious looks of 
the Captain, who had by this time 
turned the vessel round and was mak- 
ing for the Bay with all possible speed, 
and from the frantic efforts of our en- 
emies to overturn the vessel, we soon 
realized that our safety was more ap- 
parent than real. One monster — he 
must have been forty feet long — leap- 
ed clear across the bow. For an in- 
stant he stuck on a coil of cable and 
his vast weight bore that end of the 
boat down to the water's edge ; but 
just as we were about to be plunged 
to the bottom, the great man-eater 
glided off the starboard deck and the 
boat regained its equilibrium. This 
was only for a moment, however, for 
now one after another of these fierce 
denizens of the deep leaped up on the 
lower deck and nearly capsized us. 

This nerve-wrecking scene must 
have been going on for more than a 
half-hour when the same monster that 
had stuck in crossing our bow made 
another terrific lunge from the front 
lengthwise with the. boat, landing just 
inside the larboard railing. In the 
twinkling of an eye the vessel turned 
turtle. Imagine, if you can, the hor- 
ror of that scene. You cannot pos- 
sibly picture to yourself the sensations 
which almost paralyzed every one of 
us — some thirty-five or forty men and 
boys — battling with the waves in the 
midst of a school of three hundreu 
man-eating sharks ! 

Fortunately for me, I no sooner came 
to the surface, after being plunged 
headlong when the boat turned over, 
than I found myself close to a rope 



hanging over the side of the boat. 
Grasping this forlorn hope with the 
grim grip of a madman, I began to 
climb hand over hand to the top of our 
upturned craft. I was never strong in 
the arms, but under the spell of the 
wild excitement of the moment I must 
have had the strength of no ordinary 
man, for I was making my way with 
extraordinary speed to a place of com- 
parative and at least temporary safe- 
ty. But suddenly a thrill of horror 
shot through me. I felt the fierce 
fangs of a shark gripe my legs just be- 
low the knees. For an instant I was 
a prey to that awful, indescribable sen- 
sation of being eaten alive. Then the 
struggle was over. I knew that both 
legs were gone — and yet I climbed 
with superhuman energy, fairly bound- 
ing hand over hand till I reached the 
keel of the boat. Quickly stripping off 
my top shirt, I bound up the bleeding 
stumps. And just as a soldier in bat- 
tle is sometimes mortally wounded 
without ever realizing that he has been 
injured, so I felt scarcely any pain 
from my frightful wounds, so intense 
was the strain of the excitement that 
held me. 

"From this eminence I was forced 
to watch the death-struggle of my 
companions with their relentless ene- 
mies. There was Keynes, he of the 
sunny face, the indomnitable gaiety and 
Rooseveltian strenuosity ; alas, never 
have I seen such a look of pain, never 
have I heard such an agonizing cry, 
never have I beheld such a helpless 
figure as I saw and heard when a huge 
man-eater, turning on his back, seized 

Keynes by the middle and bore him 
beneath the waves. Then there was 
Jack — what a good fellow he was. 1 
watched him as he was torn limb from 
limb, and heard him say, after he had 
uttered a fervent prayer for mercy, 
'Poor Jack' ! Then he disappeared till 
the Judgment. Barkivan, too, who can 
ever forget him — to the last he was 
talking, shouting, gesticulating wildly 
— 'the ruling passion strong in death.' 
And Xavvy, you know Xavvy, whom 
we met on our last trip to Naples, and 
doubtless you remember how sensitive 
he used to be about his bald head. To- 
day he boasts of nothing else : it prov- 
ed to be his only salvation. A man- 
eater tried three several times to bite 
his head off and as many times his 
teeth slipped from the ivory surface, 
doing no other injury than inflicting 
slight scalp wounds. Mr. Clement, too, 
owed his escape to a somewhat simi- 
lar chance. Before the accident nearly 
all had taken the precaution of donning 
our bathing suits so as to be less en- 
cumbered in case it should be neces- 
sary to swim. Clement, as you know, 
is not much of a swimmer, but the wa- 
ter of the Gulf is so salty that he 
could not sink. So he was paddling 
away and shouting to me to throw him 
an end of the rope by which I had 
climbed to safety, when a huge shark 
gliding beneath him, turned on his 
back and seized, or rather tried to 
seize him. Clement had but a pair of 
trunks on, and what with his vast size, 
his rotund front and his slippery skin, 
the man-eater was unable to get hold 
of him. 



"All this and a thousand other things 
happened in far less time than it takes 
to describe it. In fact, we had not 
been in this desperate situation two 
minutes when our rescue was planned 
in an entirely unexpected quarter. A 
deafening roar was heard from Fort 
Morgan, followed in quick succession 
by peal upon peal from Uncle Sam's 
death-dealing engines of war ; and in 
a few seconds a veritable hail of can- 
non balls was falling around us. So 
accurate, however, was the aim of the 
gunners that not a single shot struck 
within twenty feet of our struggling 
party, while large numbers of our ene- 
mies were shot to pieces. Those that 
were not killed or wounded or fright- 
ened away, now turned from devour- 
ing men to devour their own slaughter- 
ed companions. While the cannons 
were still booming at the Fort and a 
steady rain of projectiles falling all 
about us, the United States Revenue 
Cutter General Holabird, steamed out 
from her moorings and made for us at 
top-notch speed. In a few minutes we 
could see the Jackies lined up on deck, 
each with a rope in one hand, while 
the other was left free. Just before 
they reached the line where the shot 
was falling the guns at the Fort be- 
came suddenly silent, the shot ceased 
to fall ,and the Holabird pulled in and 
dropped anchor right in the midst of 
our well-nigh drowningcrew. Before she 
had stopped, the brave and fearless 
Tars had sprung into the water, and 
each one fastening his rope about one 
of the drowning men, signalled to 
those on board to 'haul in.' In this 

way it took but a few minutes to land 
all safely on board, where every atten- 
tion was given us. 

"One thing remained for the Hola- 
bird to do : to right our boat again and 
put us aboard for our return trip. The 
Myrwit could not sink, for we had bat- 
tened her hatches air-tight before she 
was capsized. In a few minutes we 
had fastened a hawser to her keel and 
one good pull by the Holabird set her 
deck-upwards again. Whatever had 
been above board was, of course, 
swept away; but, on opening the hold, 
everything was found nearly as we 
had left it, even to the fire under the 
boiler, which was still smouldering. 

"After heartily thanking our deliv- 
erers we began our return journey up 
the Bay. The same dappled sky was 
bending overhead, the same delightful 
breeze blew steadily from the west; 
but, alas, what a change had come over 
the jolly picnic party which had start- 
ed out so gaily in the morning! Many 
were gone where 

"The wind and the waves 
Their requiem sing." 

"Now you understand why I did not 
write you sooner. When I shall be 
able to leave the hospital I cannot say 
as yet — much less can I tell you what 
in the wide world I shall be able to do 
now that I shall have to use cork legs 
instead of the 'well-matched gambs' so 
cruelly taken from me. 

"With best wishes, I am, as ever, 
"Your sincere friend, 




Long before I had finished reading 
the letter it was stained with my 
tears. And when I had read the last 
line, and thought of the many loyal 
friends so suddenly snatched from me, 
I laid my head on my hands and wept 
bitterly. While thus giving vent to 
my sorrow my younger brother came 
in, and on his asking what the trouble 
was, I handed him the letter to read. 
While he was reading I picked up the 
envelope that had enclosed it and, 
chancing to look inside, found a small 
photograph. It proved to be a picture 
of the ill-starred fishing party. Evi- 

dently it was taken in the morning, for 
all were laughing and waving their 
hats and hands in high glee. "Ah," 
said I, "how different they must have 
looked on their homeward trip.' I 
turned the picture over and in George's 
hand-writing read this inscription : 

"On board the Myrwit returning from 
Snapper Banks! — Baron Munchausen, 

I placed the photo beside by brother 
and without a word went out of the 
room and again shed tears — but these 
were tears of joy. 


E. I. F. 

Oh, beautiful the rays that tell 

The waging of the dawn; 
And fair to sight, the crystal light, 

When dew-drops pearl the lawn. 

A nd brighter still the beams of hope 

That gild the morn of life, 
A nd paint its view with golden hue, 

And not its pain and strife. 

But yet, O God ! I ween that Thou 

A fairer sight dost know, 
Than dawn's bright ray), than life's sweet da}), 

A heart, as pure as snow. 





Assistant City Editor of the Louis- 
ville Times. 

By the college graduate, or even 
by the college "quituate," when cast- 
ing about him for a profession, the 
newspaper business should be given 
full consideration. There is no other 
profession which offers such quick 
returns, and in which a long and ted- 
ious, not to say expensive technical 
education, can be dispensed with. I 
do not mean by this that qualifica- 
tions are unnecessary. Qualifications : 
a natural aptitude, a nose for news, 
an ability to write and that quality of 
genius known as an unlimited capaci- 
ty for hard work. The work is pleas- 
ant, clean and instructive. It is an 
education in itself, and an education 
that is not obtained from books, but 
from actual contact with life, from 
the seamy side to the velour finish. 
The newspaper man has his finger on 
the public pulse, and every throb of 
the world's heart is reproduced in the 
office from which a daily is issued. 
There is more news that never sees 
the light of day than appears in the 
columns of the press. The newspa- 
per men have locked up in their minds 
heart-secrets that would wreck many 
lives if they chose to lay them bare. 
But the newspaper man — of course 
there are reprobates in the game as 
well as in all other walks of life — re- 

spects the confidence that is reposed 
in him. In fact, an ability to keep a 
secret is his main stock in trade. It 
is the trait which enables him to get 
the news ; once he violates that confi- 
dence, his future as a reputable re- 
porter is nil. He may pick up a mur- 
der or a fire, but to know the inner 
workings of city, county or state gov- 
ernments ; to know along what lines 
the police and detective departments 
are working in an effort to apprehend 
a criminal ; to be in touch with the 
plans of politicians and know what to 
expect he must be discreet, and though 
knowing, simulate ignorance until the 
story is "released." The power that 
an humble reporter wields is beyond 
belief. Though probably unknown, he 
shapes destinies. 

I think I was inoculated with the 
virus of printer's ink at Spring Hill 
College, when I helped get out the 
first numbers of The Springhillian, or 
the Spring Hill Review as it was call- 
ed in those days. 

There is a saying that once a man 
gets the smell of printer's ink in his 
nostrils he is lost as far as other pro- 
fessions are concerned, and it has been 
the case with many men whom I have 
known. They deserted the daily field 
for some other line of work, but even- 



tually drifted back into the "local 
room" and with a sigh of content 
dropped at a desk and began pound- 
ing a typewriter. 

No matter how remunerative their 
avocation was, the click of the type- 
writer, the rat-a-tat of the telegraph 
instruments, the hurry and bustle, the 
call for copy boy, the odor of melting 
metal ascending from the linotypes 
and the stereotyping room, and the 
busy buzz of the press kept calling — 
calling for them to "get back in the 
game, get back in the game, get back 
in the game." 

It is the call of the wild, but a call 
that comes only to those in whose 
veins runs the real newspaper blood. 

A newspaper man is born, not 

There are men following the pro- 
fession who are apathetic, lacking in 
enthusiasm, mere drudges content to 
draw a small salary and plug along as 
district man or police reporter. They 
had better get a job driving a milk 
wagon, for there they have a chance 
for advancement to watering the 
stock — the live stock. The real news- 
paper man cannot hear the clang of 
the fire engine gong without a thrill 
going all over him ; the ambulance 
bell sends his blood racing in mad 
fury through his veins ; a murder mys- 
tery fills his soul with a burning de- 
sire to hunt down the perpetrator, and 
ascertain in all its ramifications the 
cause and all attendant circum- 
stances ; he is in love with his work, 
and feels the same fierce thrill that 
impels the bloodhound to follow re- 

lentlessly the nail on which he has 
been set. 

ft is not necessarily the feeling of 
duty that impels him to work twenty- 
four hours without sleep or food. It 
is something indefinable, an inexplic- 
able something that drives him as 
surely as the law of gravitation makes 
water seek its own level. He can't 
help it. There is a good story on the 
town, and he must get it for his pa- 
per, and get it before the rival sheet 
has wind of it. 

It is the born newspaper man that 
is able to put two and two together, 
a little scrap here, and a vague hint 
there, to piece together the finished 
story, crowded with details and con- 
taining things of which the principals 
themselves had no cognizance. He 
must be able to reason from cause to 
effect, and just as surely from effect 
back to cause. The readers of Sher- 
lock Holmes' seemingly wonderful 
deductions marvel at his astuteness. 
Conan Doyle constructed the effects 
and the causes at the same time. But 
there is not a day that newspaper 
men, whose names never appear in 
print, do not construct news items 
from more fragmentary clues than 
Sherlock Holmes ever dared attempt. 
Many a enpture, the credit of which 
is given to the detectives or police 
departments, is due solely to the 
news-searching instinct of a newspa- 
per reporter. 

Many temptations beset the path 
of the newspaper man. Opportuni- 
ties for graft are without limit, yet 
there are fewer dishonest men in the 



newspaper game than in any other 
profession. This can be accounted for 
by the peculiar feeling of loyalty that 
a man has for his paper. All idea of 
personal gain is submerged by the am- 
bition to get the news for his paper 
and score a beat on his rival. There is 
a feeling of exhilaration that pervades 
one when he sees a "scoop," the child 
of his brain, decorating the first page 
under flaring headlines. Many a lobby- 
ist who has been able to bribe legisla- 
tors to do his bidding, men of wealth 
and position, has found himself 
up against a stone wall when he 
attempted to suppress a legitimate 
item, the publication of which would 
be inimical to his crooked interests. 
His entreaties fall on deaf ears, and 
the wad of greenbacks that accom- 
panies his "request" has no more val- 
ue in the eyes of the reporter than so 
much "dead copy," albeit it represents 
as much as he could make in a year's 
time "pushing a pencil." The paper 
first, last and all the time. The loyalty 
of a reporter to his paper has been the 
subject of much near-analysis, but it 
remains as great a puzzle as it did 
when psychologists first bent their ef- 
forts toward its solution. A man will 
exert every ounce of energy in him to 
get the news first to the Clarion today. 
Tomorrow he may get a position with 
the Ledger, and will work just as hard 
to scoop the Clarion as he did the day 
before the change to get it a scoop. 

A newspaper man must be a cosmo- 
politan. This is a trait which he will 
acquire by experience, because one day 
he is hobnobbing with the kings of 

finance, the next interviewing a prize 
fighter. He goes from the elegant par- 
lor of a millionaire to the blackest dens 
of vice. A sermon preached by a prom- 
inent bishop is scarcely written and 
placed on the copy reader's desk than 
he is on his way to interview the ward 
boss on the subject of Sunday closing 
of saloons. He soon learns to know 
people. He has dealt with so many 
classes, and has studied so many faces 
under such diversified conditions that 
to him the face becomes a mirror on 
which is depicted the inner working 
of the man's mind. If he tries to lie, 
his countenance reads, "dissembling." 
If he bluffs, a twitching of the mouth - 
or an almost imperceptible uneasy 
glance of the eye tells the story. To 
the experienced miner iron pyrites 
bears no resemblance to gold, and the 
newspaper man who has "been over 
the jumps" is not misled into believing 
that a sham is the real thing — he sees 
through the veneer. 

A newspaper man never stops learn- 
ing. That is to say, the man who is 
not satisfied with being a drudge. 
When a college man receives his diplo- 
ma, and enters a newspaper office, he 
is starting in a post-graduate course. 
He is learning at first hand, and not 
from hear-say. He must read not only 
his own paper, but the papers of other 
cities. If he absorb only a very small 
per cent of what he hears, and of what 
he reads, he will be broadened and his 
mind become a receptacle for a more 
varied stock of information in three 
years' time than in any other vocation 
in ten years. 




A newspaper man, after a little ex- 
perience, becomes as good a parliamen- 
tarian as most of the legislators. He 
absorbs unconsciously when sent to 
report speeches and conventions. He 
judges from an impartial angle the 
merits of the different styles of deliv- 
ery, and way back in the recesses of 
his brain are stored the good points, 
the bon mots and anecdotes, the tricks 
of delivery and of enunciation, and 
when he is placed in a position where 
these things become useful they spring 
to life through some strange phenome- 
na of association of ideas, or combina- 
tion of circumstances. 

The newspaper man has many hor- 
rible sights to view at times, as well 
as experiencing many laughable inci- 
dents. Pathetic cases are often met 
with, and hardened as one becomes to 
the griefs and pains of others, a moth- 
erless child or a woman in distress al- 
ways finds a responsive chord in a re- 
porter's heart. They are a happy-go- 
lucky, philosophic, irresponsible 
bunch, but they are big-hearted and 
generous. There is a free-masonry 
among the newspaper fraternity, and 
no matter where one meets another, 
he gets the glad hand. 

There is hard Avork in the daily 
newspaper field. A newspaper man is 
never off duty. If he leaves the office 
to go home and runs into a "story." it 
is a matter of impossibility for him to 
turn a deaf ear and go blind to his op- 
portunity. He must get busy and se- 
cure the details. 

After the day's work, they gather 
around a desk, and incidents of the 

day, humorous, pathetic, tragic or rou- 
tine are discussed. They are great 
hands for "kidding," and the life of a 
cub, or new reporter, is made miser- 
able in a harmless way. The cub is 
usually enthusiastic, and anxious to 
"make good." His ears are always 
cocked for something resembling a 
news item, and it is on this trait that 
the old heads play. The district men 
and police reporters have more time to 
think up some joke to play on them 
than the other men, because their time 
is mostly spent waiting for "some- 
thing to turn up." The cub is inform- 
ed, through some mysterious channel, 
generally over the telephone, that 
there is a fire at such and such a rock 
quarry, in which four firemen are 
hurt : a boiler on a coal barge exploded, 
killing the engineer and badly wound- 
ing the fireman; a hay boat just ran 
over a man, cutting off both legs. The 
reporter gets exceedingly busy, in his 
enthusiasm not thinking that it would 
be a warm fire indeed that would set 
a rock quarry on fire, that coal barges 
have no need for boilers or the ludic- 
rousness of a man being run over by a 
boat. But they take it good naturedly 
(and it would be foolish to do other- 
wise), and console themselves with 
the thought, after they have expended 
much labor, carfare and perspiration 
trying to get the story, that their time 
will come to string the next reporter 
who goes on as a cub. 

The college man who has journalis- 
tic aspirations, must get it out of his 
head that a newspaper man is a jour- 
nalist. A journalist is the individual 



who has divine afflatus, lives in a 
garret and subsists chiefly on free 
lunches. A newspaper man is a 

The best place to learn the newspa- 
per business is in a small town, of 
thirty or fifty thousand inhabitants. In 
the larger field, a man is given a "beat" 
and has small opportunity of learning 
the game from all angles. In the small 
city he learns it all, from police report- 
ing to desk work. He is a utility man, 
and has to cover the city hall, court 
house, hotels, police station, watch the 
railroads, interview "big guns," write 
a weather story, get up Sunday "fea- 
tures, ' and in short, has a chance to 

learn everything about the paper. 

The newspaper man who does the 
business district, having learned on 
a metropolitan daily, would be at sea 
if assigned to the custom house, and 
as helpless as a baby in the court 
house, though he be a star man in his 
particular field. With a general 
knowledge. specialization becomes 
easy, and one has the additional ad- 
vantage of knowing how the rest is 
done if expediency demands a shift. 
His monetary value increases in direct 
ratio to his adaptability, and a man 
who knows all the beats and is at home 
on any assignment given him, is natur- 
ally worth more to a paper than one 
who has only one line. 



A. C. M. 

Note. — Mr. Herbert A. Howe, in his "Elementary Descriptive Astronomy," clearly 
demonstrates (paragraph IOC) that if an observer stand in 70 deg. north latitude in the 
month of June "the sun is so far north of the equator that its daily path through the sky 
lies entirely above the horizon, so that it is visible even at midnight." The following poem 
is based on a description given by an eye-witness who saw the midnight sun from the 
mountain or hill Avasaxa, in Norway. 

O for the voice to sing, or the brush of the painter to picture 
Evening laid to rest in the glow of the sun in the midnight! 

Lo, in the noon of night, from his watch-tower over the water, 

Bright as a cherub on guard, looking down from the dome of the temple, 

Driving the evil sprites far down to the depth of the ocean, 

Stands the Day-King calm ; and watching over the billow 

Smiling smiles the night and the darkness away from the water. 

Hie we in spirit one hour to the summit of Avasaxa, 
Last of the mountain peaks that grace the range of Kiola. 

Lo, 'tis the month of June. Behold, and out of her ambush 

Summer has circled the mount, and has routed the winter with glory : 

Seizing her sunlit sword, she has driven the snow to the ocean ; 

Then, like a princess crowned, reviewing the field of her glory, 

Marching in full array her army of uniformed nature, 

Turns the soil, to the lav of the lark, into meadows of greenland. 

Short-lived summer of Norrland ! But the blessed June with her midnight 

Lingers when summer is gone, like the touch of a parent departed. 

"Come to the mountain," they cry, "for the hallowed night is approaching! 

Come to the mountain and see the dawn in the midst of the evening! 

Come where the King of Light unfolds a glimpse of YValhalla, 

Haven of rest for men beyond the valley of sorrow !" 

There on the mountain top they gather, men, women and children, 

Silently drinking in the wonder of Lapland wonders. 

Farther than farthest peak, beyond the gulf of the Arctic, 
Calmly and modestly soft, behold, the face of the Day-King 
Beams through the pure still night, like a monarch dreaming his blessings. 
Blessing in dreams from his arctic throne the wave and the woodland. 
Lo, and the woodland, too, responds to the smile of the Day-King: 
Hark, in the weird midnight, the melodious lark of the Lapland 
Waking the wondering night, arouses the chorus of songsters, 
Making the woodland resound with the praise of the silent Creator. 



Nature is standing in prayer: see the reindeer pausing to listen. 
Petrel and aka, with wings at rest, look out from the cape-rock, 
Reverent under the light of the silver sun on the lake-land. 
See how the fleecy herd, like embodied innocent spirits, 
Wander over the brake to graze on the glebe of the green land, 
Waking the insects all, till they hover round the procession: 
See their varied wings with the varied hues of the rainbow, 
Brandishing banners of satin and silk in the glow of the midnight. 

Fear and awe and prayer steal quietly over the senses. 
Never a human sound, for the callous heart grows mellow, 
Melted in harmony there. A supernatural music, 
Mingling with beauties of earth and penetrating the woodland, 
Pours on each grove and bower a note of celestial softness, 
Pours on the heart of man a note that will linger forever. 

Soft as a dream came the midnight ; and soft as a dream has it vanished. 

Softly adown the mount they move, men, women and children : 

Softly away to their homes, to dream once more of Walhalla, 

Land where the sunset of eve lingers on for the bird of the morning, 

Home where the north winds cease, and the battle and struggle are over. 

Land of perpetual day, that knows not the midnight of evil, 

Land of perpetual youth, where immortals in chariots golden 

Drive in the path of the sun beyond the wave of the Arctic, 

Then sit at eventide in the pleasure garden of sunlight, 

They and their loved ones all, in peace and pleasure reclining, 

Gazing in joy and light on the Giver of Light and of Gladness. 

Such is the midnight sun. May we not from its contemplation 

See, with the eye of hope, a greater sun in the darkness, 

Light in the storm and flood, and light in the darkness of shipwreck, 

Light in the midnight of mind, and light in the gloom of the spirit — 

Light of a nobler Sun? Aye, gaze through the dark of the death-strife. 

See, from the Golgotha dread where we're dragging to drearily daily ; 

Gaze and see, where the sepulchre breaks and the sunlight is risen ; 

Look ! The living Sun, the joy and the light of the spirit, 

Christ, rolling back the rock, resplendent stands over the hill-top, 

Over the prince of darkness, and over the virtue and power, 

Over dominion and throne, and over the cherub and seraph, 

Over the heart of man, the Light of the World, and forever — 

Thus, in the midnight gloom, catch the glimpse of the sunlight eternal! 




Of course, when the ball club went 
to Bingville we travelled in style, and 
put up at the good Black Diamond Ho- 
tel. The club was in fine condition 
financially, for it was the beginning 
of the season and I was managing. 
After washing up and having a light 
breakfast, I told the boys to go out 
and see the town, and to be on hand 
for dinner (useless advice, but, as I 
said before, I was manager, and so I 
had to be on duty). 

The "Prickly Heat" quartette went 
arm in arm down the street to the early 
morning strain of "Casey Jones." 

The "Boozettes" crowd, with hats 
and trousers slightly tilted heaven- 
ward, sauntered about the grounds for 
a while and then left for parts un- 

Before I could decide how I would 
spend the morning, the whole bunch 
broke into my room ; they were all 
talking at once. After some labor on 
my part I found out that they had run 
into what they called a dead sure 
thing. Bingville was betting two to 
one and seemed to have all the neces- 
sary long green. Our big catcher was 
handing out the whole thing in a nut- 
shell : "Bingville ain't got a show; 
these fellows are putting up the cash 
just to be loyal, and now is our chance 
to make a grand scoop. Put up all we 
have ; we will take it in double and be 
merry. Two to one is a good bet even 
if you lose." 


This speech capped the climax; all 
the money was turned in to our sporty 
second sacker, who was off on the 
jump to make stakes. 

Our total resources had amounted to 
something over one hundred, and each 
one of the boys was busy figuring out 
two times the amount he had put up. 

There was nothing else to do but to 
wait for the game, taken in the coin 
and laugh. 

When we arrived at the park I saw a 
good many old stars from different 
towns in Bingville's uniform. Where 
did they spring from ? I began to see 
the reason of what our catcher had 
termed loyalty. 

After we had played a few innings 
with Bingville, assisted by Mr. Ump's 
doing all the stunts, I clearly saw our 
finish ; so did the other fellows. We 
played them to the bitter end ; lost by 
a great majority, and retired to the 
good Black Diamond feeling as happy 
as ducks in a desert, but never com- 

At supper there was not very much 
rejoicing, but a good deal of figuring 
on the value of watches, etc. 

The big boy who does the receiving 
again came forward with his summary : 
"Cheer up, fellows!" he shouted. 
"Laugh and act like a brass band and 
not like a graveyard ! These guys just 
slipped one by us. It was a simple 
case of miscalculation on our part, and 
maybe we will have better luck next 




Pen Picture of an Iceberg 

WM. A. MULHERlN,'i3 

We were sailing cautiously off the 
coast of Newfoundland about five 
o'clock in the afternoon, when a shout 
was suddenly heard from the turret 
announcing the approach of an ice- 
berg. All rushed on deck with eager, 
expectant eyes. At no great distance 
off larboard a strange sight met our 
gaze. A huge, dark mass, seemingly 
about a mile in length and running up 
hundreds of feet in the air was slowly 
and ponderously moving towards us. 
Innumerable spire-like pinnacles glint- 
ing in the rays of the setting sun stud- 
ded its crest. Oh approaching nearer, 
its main body displayed a dark, sea- 
green color .gradually fading towards 
the edges into a lighter hue. The 
angry waves dashing against its sides 
formed a great white circle around its 
base. Immense pyramids of ice hun- 
dreds of feet in diameter, rising from 
the base towered heavenward, like the 
gigantic supports of some mighty edi- 
fice. From their lofty summits great, 
unwieldy bulks of ice and snow came 
thundering down the precipitous 
slopes and plunged into the seething 
waves, thrilling our souls with awe 
and admiration. 

We remained during the whole night 
at a considerable distance. Again and 
again the rumbling, crushing sound of 
falling ice and the indescribable 
"boom," "boom," as of a thousand can- 

nons discharged at once, seeming as 
if the huge monster of the North was 
being rent in twain from base to sum- 
mit, resounded far above the ceaseless 
moaning of the rolling ocean beneath 

Towards morning it veered off to the 
southeast, and as its myriads of glis- 
tening pinnacles, standing out against 
the clear, blue vault of the heavens, 
caught the first dazzling rays of the 
rising sun, it resembled some mystical 
crystal palace being lighted up from 
top to bottom by angel hands. 

For hours and hours we stood on 
deck gazing on this enchanting scene 
as it disappeared little by little in the 
distance, growing smaller and smaller 
till it seemed no more than a tiny star 
dancing on the crest of the waves, and 
then vanished from our sight forever. 

A Scene in Autumn 


"Night's candles are burnt out, and 

jocund day 
Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain 

A quiet stroll in the fresh morning 
air brought me to the summit of the 
Blue Ridge Mountains just in time to 
see the first rays of the morning sun 
streaming across the eastern horizon. 

The gladsome rays first kiss the top- 
most peaks, then gradually creeping 
down the craggy sides, fill vale and 
glen with golden light. 



A scene of such surpassing beauty 
that 'twere vain to attempt its portray- 
al lay before me in all its silent, majes- 
tic grandeur. Far away to the north- 
ward the "everlasting hills," all clothed 
in scarlet and purple and gold, 
stretch on and on in a seemingly end- 
less chain. Immersed in a boundless 
ocean of ever brightening golden 
splendor, they repose with all the sol- 
emn grandeur and magnificence of un- 
told ages clustering round their silent 
forms. I listen, but no sound is borne 
from those calm and peaceful hills on 
the gentle breeze gliding by on noise- 
less wings. Ah, now I have learned 
that "silence is golden," that silence is 
more eloquent than the silvery tones of 
a Demosthenes, a Webster, or a Wen- 
dell Phillips. 

Out of the Orient a ceaseless flood 
of light is flowing like some majestic 
river gliding noiselessly to the great 
blue ocean. Under its magic touch all 
the varying shades and tints of color 
are dazzling and glancing from the 
green and russet and crimson verdure, 
which, like a mantle of surpassing 
beauty clothes the low flat hills from 
base to summit. 

Thousands of feet below me, nest- 
ling in the folds of the mountains, is a 
little village with its neat white cot- 
tages, all unconscious of the beauty it 
lends to the scene. 


Winter, in his dazzling white robes, 
comes with a howl and a sweep. He 

brings in his hoary wake both joy and 
pain ; joy to the rich and pain to the 

First we see the trees shedding their 
leaves, and standing out against the 
clear skylike naked spectres; we see 
the grass yellowing and dying, expos- 
ing the sombre nakedness of Earth ; 
the weather changes from the pleas- 
ant winds of Autumn to the chilling 
blasts of a colder season. 

The wealthy meet their friend with 
gladness, and welcome him with 
plans for a pleasant two months' en- 
joyment. The poor meet their enemy 
with sorrow and shrink from his ap- 
proach with forebodings of a miser- 
able season. The sons of Fortune, 
dressed in comfortable furs, ride about 
in gay sleighs ; the less favored tramp 
around in rags and bewail the cruel 

What a sportive scene is unfolded 
before our eyes when we watch the 
coasters on a hillside! The mill-pond 
is like a disc of frosted glass. Listen 
to the ring of the sweeping skates ! 
But go farther on and come to the 
scanty cottage. Enter and see the 
pitiable want. By the feeble flames in 
the grate a woman sits with an infant. 
Both are crying with cold and hunger. 
Would that some of the joy of the hill- 
side and of the mill-pond could per- 
vade this room of misery ! 

But it is all the work of Winter — 
the friend of the wealthy and the ene- 
my of the poor. 





Indian Summer had announced the 
coming of the hoary King Winter in 
Florida. The leaves on the live oaks 
were green, but those of the magnolias 
were now ready to fall and mingle 
with the pine needles and other leaves 
which were scattered all along the 
ground by the mischievous west wind. 
Little white clouds were faintly out- 
lined against a pale blue sky and the 
mocking birds and robins were twit- 
tering and chirping their melodious 
songs of gladness as I rode through 
a path in the forest that led its wind- 
ing way among the live oaks and pines 
to a little stream. The beauty of na- 
ture, wild nature in the heart of the 
pine woods, had made me forget that 
I had travelled twenty miles, and at 
last I arrived at the stream. It was 
wide but not deep, and I noticed that 
further down stream willows bathed 
their outstretched limbs in the cooling 
waters of this flowing oasis. I dis- 
mounted and knelt beside the brook, 
and taking a dry magnolia leaf I used 
it for a cup. There where the water 
rushed and fell over a large rock, like 
a miniature cataract, gurgling and 
splashing its silvery nectar, I put my 
leaf and drank of the sweet, cool wa- 
ter. My horse had also drunk his fill, 
and after that I rode away again, fol- 
lowing the winding path through the 
pines. I was light of heart, for I was 
enjoying the beauty of nature; and 
surely if anything lifts the heart of 

man to God it is the forest, for the 
trees were God's first temples. I rode 
on and on till suddenly I saw the out- 
lines of a little cabin in the heart of 
the pine woods. I jumped off my 
horse to inquire about the roads, but 
no sooner had I touched the ground 
when the sound of some one crying 
came to my ears. I looked around and 
saw there leaning against a pine tree 
a little girl. Her head was buried in 
her arms and she was sobbing as 
though her heart would break. I drew 
near and touched her on the shoulder. 

"What's the matter, little girl?" I 
asked in a quiet tone. But the only 
answer was a fresh outburst of con- 
vulsive sobs. "Come, now, don't cry; 
tell me, did mother scold you?" But 
she only pointed to the house and said : 

"Dad won't wake up;" and then she 
cried again. 

I went toward the house and knock- 
ed. No one answered. I knocked 
again and met with the same result. 
I then opened the door and entered. 
In a little room, with a ceiling black- 
ened with the smoke of a would-be 
fireplace, was a rudely constructed 
chair, on which a middle-aged man 
was seated. He looked as if he were 
asleep, being motionless as a statue. I 
approached and putting my ear to his 
chest listened for a heart-beat. But, 
no, the man apparently was dead. I 
bared my head and looked again at the 
figure. I was in the presence of Death 



— that grim, unmerciful, pitiless reap- 
er. It had visited this home and had 
taken from the hearth the only sup- 
port. It had come like a thief in the 
night and stolen from those poor hum- 
ble folks the one they loved the best. 

My heart melted before this sight. I 
opened the door to let the sunshine 
come in and witness this scene. But 
no sooner had I done so than from a 
corner of the room a dark figure swept 
by me and fell on its knees at the dead 
man's feet. 

"Jim! Jim!" it cried; "Oh, Jim, for 
God's sake, wake up. Do you think 
Jim's dead?" 

It was the man's wife. At this sight 
my heart rose to my throat ; I could 
stand it no longer. 

There are moments in a man's life 
when he feels like a dumb animal. My 
tongue was tied and I thought that if 
I told her he was dead I would be no 
more than a beast. She came up to 
me, and, brushing the hair from her 
eyes with one sweep of her arm, she 
asked again in a tone that only show- 
ed a breaking heart : 

"Do you think Jim's dead?" 

"Dear madam," I answered, "as God 
gives, so does He take away. Perhaps 
Jim is happier now." 

At this she threw herself at his feet, 
and taking up the cold, lifeless hand, 
she wept. 

"Jim, oh Jim, wake up, Jim ; don't 
you see how I suffer? Oh, God, my 
God," she moaned. 

Silence is golden in a case like this, 
when the heart is too full with emo- 
tion to express sorrow in words. 

"Come, come, don't take it so hard. 
Sit down and calm yourself," 1 stam- 

But this was too much for her. She 
rose and came up to me, and began 
to sob : 

"No! I won't sit down. You think 
I'm like you, cold, and with a heart of 
stone? But I ain't. I love Jim, and — " 

But she stopped. The tears flowed 
faster and she gently said : 

"Oh, sir! I didn't mean it; but please 
call Jim back." 

I had forgotten my little friend by 
the pine tree. Going to the spot where 
I left her I looked for her, but saw no 
trace of her there. I found my way to 
the stream and there I met her, lean- 
ing against a tall pine. 

"Don't cry, little sister, don't cry; 
Jim is only sleeping." 

But she broke down anew and said 
with a gush of tears : 

"No he ain't, neither." 

"But why do you sit here? Come, 
this is no place for you to be." 

"I'm waiting for the fairy." 

"What fairy?" 

"The beautiful fairy that Ma used to 
tell me about." 

"Tell me what fairy is this?" 

"Ma said that when you are sad and 
your heart is breaking, that if you 
come to sit near the brook a beauti- 
ful fairy would come and speak to 
you. But I've been sitting here and 
the fairy hasn't come. Do fairies like 
little girls?" 

"Yes, when the little girls are good- 
But come now, Jim is going to wake 
up soon, and I am sure he will not 



want to see his little girl in tears." 

"But I want to see the fairy." 

"Look," I said; "I'm the fairy. I 
came because I knew you were sad 
and your little heart was breaking; but 
Jim is only sleeping. He'll wake up 
soon, and then I'm going to give you 
a big, round dollar." 

She opened her eyes and her long 
lashes hid little convex mirrors that 
showed the color of the sky. 

"A dollar for me?" 

"Yes, a dollar; and now we must go 

So we went back to the house, the 
little girl and I, and it seemed as if I 
had become one of them. The poor 
mother was still crying. The little 
girl went to her mother, who was 
kneeling by the man, and putting her 
arms around her mother's neck, began 
to weep: 

"Mother, don't cry ; the fairy says 
Jim is only sleeping." 

But whether the mother heard or 
not, she paid no heed. 

I led the mother and the girl outside 
and entered the house. Again I went 
to the man's side and put my ear next 
to his heart. I drew back wondering, 
for I had detected a sound. I listened 
again and felt his pulse. Surely the 
heart was beating. I rubbed his 
hands and arms and soon the man 
opened his eyes. 

"Who are you?" he asked hoarsely. 

"Hush," I whispered; "it seems that 

you came home from work, tired and 
hot, and fell into a trance. I was rid- 
ing along the path and saw your little 
daughter crying and found out that 
they thought you dead." 

"Dead!" he exclaimed, rising from 
the chair. 

"Yes. But, come, sit down, and I 
will call them." 

"Why do you weep? Do you not 
believe in fairies? Your husband is all 
right; he was only sleeping." 

No sooner had I spoken, when out 
stepped Jim, and soon the scene of 
sorrow had become one of joy, and all 
were happy. 

It was late in the evening when I 
started for home, and behind tjhose 
pines that bowed before the west wind 
the sun was setting into a sea of crim- 
son clouds. 

Jim provided me with a lantern, and 
mounting my horse, which now was 
rested and impatient to be on the way, 
I bade farewell to the happy trio and 
lode away, shouting that all fairies 
were not women. 

And so I followed the path in the 
forest that led me past the stream, 
past the evergreens and oaks and pines 
that loomed up on both sides of the 
road. And I rode on and on for miles 
and miles, leaving behind me a dying 
light in the pine woods, and as it grew 
darker I heard the wind sighing among 
the branches of the trees and the plain- 
tive cry of the whippoorwill. 





If one were to inquire it would soon 
become evident that very few out of 
the many thousands who inhabit that 
pleasant bit of Southland bordering on 
the Gulf of Mexico and daily refresh- 
ed by its breezes have ever heard of 
Lafitte, the Pirate. The following lit- 
tle tale will show that there really ex- 
isted such a character, who, the vic- 
tim of contending passions, played a 
most important part in the history of 
the old city of New Orleans. 

It was toward the close of an Au- 
tumn day that a long, low rakish 
craft anchored off the coast of Louisi- 
ana. The heavy swell that still ran 
high was not the only witness of the 
late equinoctial hurricane. The brok- 
en mainmast and the confused appear- 
ance of the deck spoke too clearly of 
a vessel in distress. A man emerges 
from the cabin. He turns, and we 
have before us a face strangely out of 
keeping with the saddest of eyes, set 
deep in his sea-tanned countenance. 
His clean-cut features, his aristocratic 
brow, together with his sailor garb, 
complete this extraordinary picture. 
Such was Lafitte at the time of our 
story. One seeing him for the first 
time one would instantly declare that 
he was a statesman, or an orator, little 
dreaming that his occupation was one 
of frequent bloodshed and lawless 

The pirate called and a seaman ap- 
pears. "Pierre," he said in a deep, low 

tone, a voice that sounded like the 
sobbing of the ocean on a far-off shore, 
"get my sword and man the long-boat, 
for I go to New Orleans this night." 
Soon the skiff was ready. The cap- 
tain leaped in and the long night ride 
was begun. Seated in the stern, he 
soon fell into a deep reverie. He had 
but one hate, the British ; one love, 
Napoleon. He was a freebooter for 
two reasons — first, it was his occupa- 
tion, and secondly, he loved to roam 
the sea as his own master. To the 
city of his destination he was known 
as Lafitte, the smuggler; yet he was 
never arrested, because nothing could 
be proved against him. The fox was 
crafty enough to cover his tracks. The 
purpose of his present visit was to pro- 
cure spars, rigging and provisions for 
his dismantled ship. Dawn was just 
awakening in the east when the pirate 
and his fatigued crew landed at one 
of the river wharves. Walking up an 
avenue of old French buildings, he at 
length entered a large store, which, 
owing to the energy of its proprietor,-, 
was opened at this early hour. His 
needs were quickly supplied, and all 
arrangements made for their convey- 
ance down the river. Only one thing 
remained to be done, the procuring of 
his articles of sale, which, according to 
the old French custom, had to be sign- 
ed by the Mayor. 

The seaman after a few minutes of 
rapid walking, found himself before 



the chief executive. 

"Sir," he said, "I am, as you must 
know, Jean Lafitte, of the brig, 'Black 
Petrel,' now at anchor down the river. 
The recent storm did her some dam- 
age. I have bought a few articles with 
which to repair her; here is the bill of 
sale; please sign it." 

The mayor had for long nourished 
in his heart a personal hatred against 
the man who now stood before him. 
He knew him to be a smuggler and 
suspected more, but could prove noth- 
ing. Here was the opportunity of 
dealing the "Black Petrel's" captain a 
well-nigh fatal blow. He would make 
good use of this fortunate occurrence. 
"My man," he said, "I regret that I 
cannot do as you wish. I refuse to sign 
your papers. I have the means of 
proving that you have unlawfully 
brought goods into this country ; so if 
by sundown you are still here, you 
shall be arrested and tried as a smug- 

Lafitte turned with a snarl upon the 
speaker. Remonstrance was fruitless. 
His long journey counted for naught. 
The barge loaded with his purchases 
could not pass the forts without the 
signed documents. He would have 
revenge ; the lawlessness of his na- 
ture asserted itself. He advanced and 
dealt the mayor a terrific blow upon 
the temple, felling him to the floor, an 
unconscious mass. 

Knowing that if the official regained 
consciousness at all, it would not be 
for many hours, the pirate, shutting the 
door, that none might know of his das- 
tardly deed, calmly descended into the 

street. He quickly reached his boat, 
gave the order to cast off and was soon 
afar down the river. As night drew 
near, the exhausted captain and crew 
ascended the sides of the Black Petrel. 
As might be expected, the master 
of the brig was a man of energetic ac- 
tion. He did not sit and brood over 
his misfortune, but immediately set to 
work repairing his vessel. 

A tall cypress growing in a near- 
by swamp served him for a mast. The 
necessary ropes and tackle were fur- 
nished by a captured schooner; and as 
for provisions, they were smuggled 
out of New Orleans. The Black 
Petrel, now showing no signs of her 
recent mishap, sailed away on the blue 
waters of the Gulf. Many a luckless 
ship was captured, plundered, and 
scuttled, and her unfortunate crew set 
adrift in open boats. One day the fa- 
miliar cry of "Sail ahoy !" floated down 
to the deck. 

"Where away!" shouted Lafitte. 
"Three points to the windward," the 
lookout replied. All sail was set and 
despite the frantic efforts of the stran- 
ger, she was soon brought alongside 
the pirate. Lafitte and his ruffian 
band swarmed over the railing on the 
cutter's deck. The captain and crew 
were forced to surrender. The free- 
booter, telling his men to await his re- 
turn, entered the cabin. With dexte- 
rous fingers he quickly rifled the con- 
tents of a small safe. A document 
bearing the royal seal of England at- 
tracted his attention. He opened it 
and read the following : 

"To Sir Henry Collins, commander 



of His Majesty's troops in the State 
of Georgia: On the night of the fif- 
teenth of November there sailed from 
England a fleet bearing Sir Henry 
Packenham's army. The troops will 
proceed to New Orleans to attempt the 
capture of that city. Hasten with 
what forces you have to Louisiana so 
as to effect a conjunction with Sir 
Henry's army. Act with all speed and 

Lafitte's eyes gleamed bright. Here 
was a hance for revenge. New Or- 
leans had treated him unkindly ; she 
would suffer for it. He sprang to the 

"Back to the Black Petrel," he 
cried ; "and you," addressing the Brit- 
ish master and his crew, "are free." 

So saying, he leaped aboard his own 
vessel. All sail was set and soon the 
cutter had become a mere speck on the 
bounding horizon. 

Lafitte's men wondered over their 
leader's strange actions, but said 
nothing. A week passed and the fore- 
going incident had all but been for- 
gotten by the lawless leader, when he 
happened to find a copy of a letter he 
had written to Napoleon, pledging his 
word always to act according to that 
great general's interest. 

Then quick as a flash there came to 
his mind the disastrous results the tak- 
ing of New Orleans by the English 
would mean to the man he loved. Once 
having that city in her possession, 
Britain would stamp out all French af- 
fection and send ships far and near to 
prey upon the trade of France. 

His resolution was formed; the 

struggle between his own personal 
wrong and the Emperor's good had re- 
sulted in a victory for the latter. The 
Southern metropolis must be warned 
of its danger. It was November the 
thirtieth ; for full fifteen days the ene- 
my had sailed the seas. He must fly 
to the Mississippi river if he is to ar- 
rive in time to save the old French 
city. He bounded to the deck and 
gave his orders fast and short. Never 
before had the Black Petrel carried 
such sail. The spars bent like hurri- 
cane-driven willows, and like the wil- 
lows broke not. During that mad race 
the water boiled and hissed and foam- 
ed before the knife-sharp bow of the 
pirate brig. The older seamen shook 
their heads and spoke in guarded whis- 
pers of an insane captain. But La- 
fitte, ever cold and stern, his sad eyes 
sadder yet, taking no notice of their 
many signs of disapproval, strained his 
good craft all the more. 

This thing went on until one glad 
morning the long black shore of the 
Delta Islands delighted the pleased 
gaze of the freebooter. That night the 
Black Petrel dropped anchor off New 
Orleans. The following morning, 
while on his way to the mayor's office, 
Lafitte was arrested and lodged in jail. 

"Go," he said to the keeper, a ter- 
rible fierceness ringing in his voice ; 
"go to the mayor and tell him that I, 
Jean Lafitte. have intelligence of' the 
gravest importance to communicate to 

Frightened by the prisoner's tone 
and action, the warden did as com- 



manded, soon returning with the chief 

"Sir, I beg your attention for a few 
minutes," spoke the pirate, his lan- 
guage and voice calm and ever gentle. 
"On November 15th a strong fleet of 
transports bound for New Orleans left 
England, carrying several thousands of 
men and ammunitions of war. The 
forces from Georgia are to effect a con- 
junction with these, and together the 
two bodies will attempt to capture 
your city. This English fleet put to 
sea well-nigh a month ago and now 
cannot be far from your coast. I came 
here to warn you and to offer my as- 

The mayor was deeply touched. 
Grasping the sea-brown hand he ex- 
pressed his gratitude and ordered his 
instant release from prison. 

A hurried meeting of the city fathers 
was held. Andrew Jackson was placed 
in command of the troops and given 
the responsibility of fortifying the 
town. At Lafitte's suggestion, breast- 
works of cotton bales were built fur- 
ther down the river, so that when the 
hostile redcoats arrived a week later, 
they found confronting them a solid 

wall, behind which gleamed the steel 
of a determined army. 

When the battle was really fought, 
the pirate and his band of two hundred 
stalwart men stood side by side with 
Jackson's troops. After the engage- 
ment a body of sailors with weeping 
eyes and uncovered heads were seen 
bearing away a shrouded body. When 
asked whose corpse it was they an- 
swered : 

"It is the corpse of Jean Lafitte, our 
master, and the captain of the brig 
Black Petrel." 

The pirates brought the body 
aboard the vessel he had loved and 
fought so well, and laid it tenderly in 
the cabin, "alone with his glory." 

Men of blood they were, yet they 
loved, aye, worshiped this strange farer 
of the Gulf. That night the Black Pet- 
rel, silent and dark as the road to hell, 
bearing the captain, whose sad eyes 
would never look sorrowful again, sail- 
ed for the open sea. What her fate was 
is an unsolved mystery. Yet it is com- 
monly supposed that she foundered in 
that violent winter storm that swept 
the Gulf soon after her departure from 
the city of New Orleans. 





In remembrance of the pleasant visit 
I made to the College on last Ascen- 
sion Day, and the kindness and courte- 
sy extended to me by the Reverend 
President, Vice President and the good 
Father who acted as our guide in 
showing us over the grounds, and their 
request that I write some things about 
the Civil War, I will endeavor to do 
so now. 

The records show that I was entered 
as a pupil in Spring Hill College in 
1859-60, fifty-one years ago. In 1861, 
when war was declared, my brother, 
Francis, who was seventeen years old, 
thought he was big enough to go to the 
war, and I, fifteen years old, thought 
I was big enough to follow him. We 
enlisted in the Second Florida Regi- 
ment, for we were both native-born 
Floridians, and we went to Virginia. 
My brother Francis was killed at Sev- 
en Pines, and now sleeps on the bat- 
tlefield ; I went through to the end, sur- 
rendering at Appomattox Court 
House, Virginia, when General Lee 
surrendered on the ninth of April, 

It is not of myself I wish to write, 
but in order to interest the reader I 
will give a few personal reminiscences 
of that great and good man. Robert E. 

The first time I saw General Lee 
was in the interim between the battle 
of Seven Pines and the Seven Days' 

battle around Richmond. At the bat- 
tle of Seven Pines our commander, 
General Joseph E. Johnston, was 
wounded, and the command of the 
army devolved upon General G. W. 

One day, as we were camped on the 
roadside of one of the roads leading 
from Richmond, I saw three gentle- 
men come riding towards us. One in 
the centre I recognized as President 
Jefferson Davis, the one on the right 
was General G. W. Smith, and the 
third, a fine military-looking man, I 
did not know, and I asked the officer 
of the Third Virginia Regiment (Gen. 
Roger A. Pryor's old regiment), who 
was the distinguished-looking officer 
riding on the left of the President. He 
said his name was Robert E. Lee ; that 
he had been in command in West Vir- 
ginia, and that it was reported that he 
was to command our army. 

He took command of the army and 
fought the Seven Days' fight around 
Richmond and covered himself and 
the army with glory. 

I saw General Lee very often in the 
course of the following years — saw him 
in camp, on the march, and in battles 
— and the more I saw of him the great- 
er was my respect and admiration for 
that great man, for he was a Christian, 
a gentleman, a patriot and a soldier. 
When he rode by we stood at atten- 
tion with heads uncovered. When 



Generals Stonewall Jackson, J. E. B. 
Stuart and other generals came by 
we greeted them with cheers, but when 
General Lee came by it was silent at- 
tention, our greatest tribute to the 
greatest of chieftains. 

Great as was our courtesy to Gen- 
eral Lee, it was small compared to his 
courtesy to others. As an illustration 
I will relate a few incidents. 

We had in our regiment an old ne- 
gro named "Uncle Ike." He was a 
slave, and belonged to a young man 
named Dave Wilson. The younger 
boys used to tease old Uncle Ike, and 
one day he rebuked us, and said that 
General Lee would treat him with 
more respect than we did. We laugh- 
ed at him and told him that General 
Lee wouldn't look at him ; that Gen- 
enral Lee was too good to notice a 
negro. Well, a few days after, as we 
were resting by the roadside on one of 
our marches, we saw General Lee ap- 
proaching from a distance. Uncle Ike 
said, "I'm gwine to show you all how 
General Lee respects even a nigger." 

So Uncle Ike went down the road a 
hundred yards, where he was alone, 
and waited. As General Lee came by 
Uncle Ike took off his hat, and Gen- 
eral Lee took off his hat to him and 
said "Good morning" to him. After 
that we had greater respect for Uncle 
Ike. General Lee had taught us a les- 
son in politeness. 

Whilst we were encamped on the 
Rapidan River, near Orange Court 
House, the soldiers had a way of steal- 
ing the rails off the fences for fire- 
wood. As the farmers could not rais*e 

a crop without fences, they complained 
to General Lee, and he issued an order 
forbidding the burning of rails. One 
day as General Lee rode by our brig- 
ade he saw our brigade blacksmith 
(farrier), a man named Dudley, burn- 
ing rails. General Lee immediately 
stopped and the following dialogue en- 
sued : 

General Lee (to Dudley, who had 
not seen him ride up) — "Good even- 
ing, sir." 

Dudley (standing at attention) — 
"Good evening, General." 

General Lee — "I see, my man, you 
are burning rails." 

Dudley — "Yes, sir." 

General Lee — "Do you not know 
that it is against orders to burn rails?" 

Dudley — "I am burning these by or- 

General Lee — "Whose orders?" 

Dudley — "Major Hinkle's orders." 

General Lee — "And, pray, who is 
Major Hinkle?" 

Dudley — "Quartermaster of Perry's 

General Lee (after looking at Dud- 
ley in silence a short while) — "You 
might have said 'General' Perry's 

Dudley (quietly^—" 'General' Per- 
ry's Brigade." 

General Lee then inquired where 
General Perry's quarters were located. 
Dudley pointed them out and General 
Lee, after bidding him good evening, 
rode up to General Perry's quarters. 

General Perry had a negro servant 
named Shelton, who was sitting 'in 
front of General Perry's tent as Gen- 



eral Lee rode up. lie (Shelton) im- 
mediately stood up, dropping his hat 
on the ground, when he saw General 
Lee, and said "Good evening, Gener- 

General Lee answered, "Good even- 
ing," and inquired if General Perry was 
in his quarters. 

Shelton said, "Yes, sir." 

General Lee then said: "Present 
General Lee's compliments to General 
Perry and say to him that if he is at 
leisure, General Lee would be pleased 
to speak to him." 

This is the message General Lee 
sent. Shelton rushed into the tent and 
said : 

"Mas' Ned, Giniral Lee wants you 
right off." 

General Perry hastened out, and aft- 
er exchanging courtesies, in answer to 
General Lee's inquiry aout the rails, 
he said that they were some old rails 
they had purchased from a Mr. Nalle, 
and were burning them to make char- 
coal to shoe the horses with. 

General Lee was satisfied and rode 
away. The amusing part of it was to 
hear this negro Shelton tell the other 
negroes about it. He said, "Mas' Ned 
stepped up as light when General Lee 
called him, as I step up to Mas' Ned 
when he calls me." 

The last winter of the war we were 
in the trenches at Petersburg, Va., and 
I received an invitation from a young 
lady from Prince George County, who 
was living in Petersburg, to take 
Christmas dinner at her home. I ac- 
cepted and was promptly on hand and 
had a fine dinner. After dinner the 

young lady and I were sitting on the 
gallery, which was near the sidewalk, 
when General Lee rode by on the op- 
posite side of the street. Now, whilst 
we were at Petersburg, the young men 
in the army had a way of taking the 
tops off the ambulances and using 
them as buggies to take the girls out 
riding (for boys would be boys and 
girls would be girls, though the war 
was at its height). Well, General Lee 
heard of it and issued an order that 
"public property should not be used 
for private purposes," and put a stop 
to the practice. So this Christmas aft- 
ernoon General Lee rode by and had 
passed us, and was apparently out of 
earshot, when the young lady said : 

"There goes the old gentleman who 
broke us up from riding in ambu- 

General Lee heard her, and turned 
in his saddle, took off his hat and bow- 
ed to her. The young lady was over- 
whelmed with confusion at being over- 
heard and jumped up, blushing as red 
as peony. General Lee saw her con- 
fusion, and it seemed to tickle him, for 
he took off his hat again and bowed 
twice to her, and rode off chuckling. 
The young lady was terribly mortified 
and said : 

"I would not have had him to hear 
me for all the world ; he will think I 
am forward and impertinent." And 
she was deeply grieved, for such was 
the great respect entertained for this 
great leader by every man, woman and 

My invitation to dinner was extend- 
ed to supper also, and as the chance 



to get two square meals in one day 
was not to be sneezed at, it was 
promptly accepted and I remained for 
supper. After supper we went to church 
and during the service, whilst we were 
standing up, I noticed the young lady 
begin to get red around the ears and 
neck and that she was blushing ter- 
ribly. I asked what was the matter, 
and she said : 

"Look behind you." 

I cast my eyes around and there, two 
pews behind us, stood General Lee. 
The young lady had seen him, and re- 
membering the occurrence that even- 
ing, she was afraid that General Lee 
had recognized her, hence her confus- 

The siege of Richmond continued 
until April, '65, when our thin lines 
were broken and the enemy in over- 
whelming numbers came pouring 
through. Like a wounded lion, we 
fell back fighting every footstep, till 
we reached Appomattox Court House, 

where, surrounded by the enemy, we 
were forced to surrender April 9th, 

Here I saw General Lee for the last 
time. I saw him as he rode out to 
meet General Grant, and I saw him 
when he returned, and we begged him 
not to surrender, to give us one more 
chance, to form us in column and let 
us break through. He refused; he 
said it was not for his sake, but to 
save our lives, he had surrendered. 
This is the last I saw of General Lee. 

In after years I heard of his death, 
and I remember taking a framed por- 
trait of him I had and wrapping it 
around in crepe, and hanging it on my 
front gate in memory of this great 
man. Lee is dead, yet Lee lives and 
will live, as long as histories are writ- 
ten, as long poems are composed, as 
long as songs are sung, as long as the 
heart beats in the breast of every true 
son and daughter of our sunny South- 





"There's no place like home." Ah! 
how true, and yet how little appre- 
ciated are these few and simple words. 
True they are, true as the stars in 
heaven, true as the truest of friends. 
Only a wanderer over the troubled sea 
of life, only an exile from his father- 
land, only a homeless waif knows the 
bitterness and sweetness of this truth. 
Bitter, because of the thousand regrets, 
the thousand yearnings for things that 
may never be; swejt, because of the 
fond recollections, the tender memories 
of care-free, boyish days. 

Listen, now, thou wanderer, and be 
comforted by that magic melody: 

"Home, sweet home, 
There's no place like home ; 
Be it ever so humble, 
There's no place like home." 

What heart is so base that it has not 
thrilled at the sound of these magic 
words? What traveller, journeying in 
some far-off land, has not yearned for 
home as some scene of his childhood 
rose up before him, in vivid reality? 
How many a heart, callous before to 
the voice of honor, has stirred into life 
when the living lyre in the hands of 
some wandering minstrel spoke in ac- 
cents soft and low of "Home, Sweet 
Home"? How many a soul, ship- 
wrecked on the rocks of sin, has taken 
new courage and begun anew the 
strenuous battle of life when some 
stray thought, some half-forgotten 

memory of youth and home and early 
piety of heart and intention sweetly ob- 
scured the long vista of a life blood- 
red with sin? 

In every phase and condition of life, 
in every man's heart, there will at 
times spring up a vague, ill-defined 
longing for a place where, sheltered 
from the storms of adversity, he may 
enjoy a quiet, blissful life. 

Rude sailors, far out on the heaving 
bosom of the mighty ocean, are not 
proof against this emotion, when one 
of their number, musically inclined, 
sings "Home, Sweet Home," to the ac- 
companiment of the wind howling in 
the rigging overhead, and of the wild 
water dashing in virgin spray far up 
on the brine-spattered decks. Even 
sentinels on guard, in the sun-kissed 
Southland forget their duty and gaze 
far out into the starlit night, dreamily 
listening to some negro minstrel fid- 
dling away on the well-known bars of 
that dear old song. How many a sol- 
dier has braved certain death in de- 
fense of the sacred rights of his coun- 
try, for the sake of the far-away home 
of his childhood? How many a col- 
lege boy has been nerved to perform 
his duty by the thought of the pain it 
would give his dear mother, should he 
do otherwise? And has not the word 
"mother" always been synonymous 
with that of "home"? 

And yet, we must not forget that 
there are higher things and should al- 


ways be comforted by the thought that for all the boyish recollections of hap- 
though this world may yield nothing py, care-free days, for all the old, long- 
but bitterness and strife, the next may buried hopes and aspirations, that stir 
bring an eternal reward, one which will into life at those simple but magic 
fully compensate for all the unattained words : 
longings after the scenes of our youth, "There's no place like home." 





It was his last game, and how it 
pained him to think there was still a 
possible chance of their losing. 

Billy Hargrave was just completing 
his sixth year in his studies, three in 
the literary course and three in law, or 
to be more candid, I should say for six 
years was he almost daily present on 
the Exton University campus. His 
punctuality was greatly to be admired, 
but, sad, sad to relate, this daily pres- 
ence found its limit in the gridiron or 
diamond as the case might be, not in 
his classes or studies, for there was al- 
ways a noticeable vacancy in Har- 
grave's and his chum's vicinity when 
it chanced to be "quiz" period. For 
the first three years he was a hard stu- 
dent — at baseball — and in his third 
year he made his first letter. 

Well, now we find him, after five 
years' experience, every muscle firm as 
stone, very brawny, but tall and quick 
as a flash. We see him now in a state 
of nervousness anticipating the start 
of the battle, and lastly but greater 
than all the outcome, on which all his 
hopes hung, and incidentally, every 
coin he could gather from relatives and 

Before the game has started it is 
well for us to know that "Captain Har- 
grave of the Crimson 'Varsity," as the 
papers styled him, was known to every 
Wyeville and Exton recruit and high- 
ly respected ; and from the kick-off 
each Wyeville man had special orders 

to work every formation they possess- 
ed over him. 

The first whistle blew, the east side 
of the stadium went fairly mad with 
excitement and that whole side was 
one solid cloud of crimson; the oppo- 
site half of the enclosure was a mass 
of waving blue pennants, with Exton 
written on each person's arm or flag, 
and victory on each enthusiast's face. 
Many were the cries of encouragement 
that followed the kick-off, the pigskin 
not having touched the ground until 
it had teen run up twenty yards after 
the Exton quarter booted it for fifty- 
two. The ball was Wyeville's in her 
own territory, on the thirty-two-yard 
line ; it was second down and eight to 

Twenty minutes have passed, but it 
was the longest quarter of an hour that 
Billy ever knew. There was some com- 
motion among the players, a hurry call 
for water and I saw them leaning over 
a crimson sweater. Then the referee 
muttered something about three min- 
utes being nearly up, and with that 
warning both teams were down in an 
instant, awaiting the snap of the ball. 
There must have been some replace- 
ment, for the crimson line was not so 
formidable on the defense. This was 
clearly noticeable after the delay, for 
the Wyeville line continually plowed 
down the field and consistent line- 
plunges made gain after gain. 

Another big gain around right end 



and the ball was placed behind the 
farther end of the goal posts, with the 
whole sky standing boldly clad in blue. 
The second half passed quickly, the 
ball being carried up and down the 
field, most of the time in Exton's ter- 

And now the crowds are blindly 
making their way for the gates and the 
great battle is over. It was before that 
first intermission that Hargrave's arm 
was broken and his collar bone almost 
fractured, his left eye closed, and limp- 
ing badly, he was taken out of the 
game. But it was only seven hours 
later when, after the smoke of that 
memorable battle had cleared away, if 
some one had ventured in the Grand 
Arcade Theatre, "down in town," he 
would have seen the victorious grid- 
iron artists being adored as demi-gods 
by a packed house of roaring maniacs. 

At that hour it was my good fortune 
to be on my way to that same insane 
asylum, and in order to reach my des- 
tination I had to pass the football field 
which had been the scene of so many 
victories and defeats. I had walked by 
the long stand and had turned the cor- 
ner, when I came almost face to face 
with two black, crouching forms, who 
neither heeded nor heard me, nor were 
they recognizable. 

The larger of the two seemed to be 
looking through a hole in the fence, 
from which could clearly be seen the 
tall, slender goal posts, standing like 
two tombstones crossed in sorrow and 
distress ; and advancing one step near- 
er I heard some one say: 

"Yes, it's too bad it's your last year." 

"I'll be back next year to see this 
through,' replied Billy to his old pal, 






As one emerges from the shade of 
the romantic pines which guard the 
approach to the college gate, the one 
thing that challenges the attention and 
fixes the heart is the beautiful new 
chapel. One pauses almost amazed at 
the charm cast on him by the vivid 
but harmonious color-scheme. The 
aurora red of the trimly slated roof, the 
dull, cream color of the stuccoed walls 
and buttresses, the amber glint of the 
delicately traced windows, the encir- 
cling pine and oak — surely these af- 
ford a contrast and a blend of lines 
striking and attractive enough to give 
pause even to the most prosaic. The 
ensemble suggests a ruby set in amber 
and emeralds. 

We all know why the new chapel 
was built. On the morning of Janu- 
ary the eighteenth, nineteen hundred 
and nine, the Providence of God saw 
fit to visit us with a disastrous fire, 
which completely destroyed the frame 
building in which services had until 
then been held. The erection of a new 
chapel became necessary. Reverend 
Father President, nothing daunted, de- 
cided to build a temple for the Most 
High which would be the crowning 
glory of the newer, the better, the 
greater "Spring Hill." Within six 
months of the fire the cornerstone of 
the present structure was put in place. 
To our impatient eyes it seemed that 
the work of construction went on very 
slowly. But lo, when we returned to 

college this fall the new chapel was 
ready for Divine Service. 

The front elevation, which faces al- 
most due north, is typically Gothic, 
wonderfuly suggestive of true Catholic 
mysticism. The graceful front en- 
trance, with its double-set buttresses, 
its crocketted pinnacles and dainty 
finials, the corbels stretching off to- 
ward the flanking towers, the pointed 
arch merging into a molded pendant ; 
the bezantee defining the gable and 
closing, in the pediment of the cross 
are but a preparation for the beauty 
disclosed above and within the por- 

Just over the entrance is a large 
window, beautifully designed. The 
mullions of course are of wood. On 
both sides of this arched window are 
closed bays, richly ornamented, end- 
ing near the towers in terra cotta pin- 
nacles. At the point of the window 
arch, about forty feet from the floor 
line, a lozenge belt is set, from there 
it stretches across the front on both 
sides and around the towers. The 
beaded moulding of the window arch 
springs into the foliated pediment of 
the niche. In this niche, which has its 
place well within the angle of the roof- 
gable, stands an exquisitely carved 
statue of St. Joseph, done in Carrara 

On each side of the front elevation 
a tower rises. They are square, but- 
tressed, lighted with window bays and 


ornamented in the way before men- 
tioned. Gabled pinnacles rise from 
each corner of the tower and in the 
center is the main tower. These lit- 
tle towers are decidedly attractive 
looking. They are hexagonal ; in 
shape. The body of the turret is wood 
and is ventilated by finely traced 
louvers. The battlements, pinnacles 
and finials are all copper and are sup- 
ported by small pillars. The towers, at 
present, are lower than intended and 
will have to remain so until funds are 
available for their completion. When 
finished, the front elevation will look 
not unlike a miniature of York Cath- 

On examination of [the flank and 
rear elevations we find that the dis- 
tinctly Continental features of the 
facade are modified in such wise as to 
make the whole building rather Mid- 
dle English in tone. So much so that 
what almost promises to be a church is 
simplified in outline until it is really 
what was intended, a chapel. The ef- 
fect is pleasing and harmonious. A 
side view of the chapel gives us the 
most correct notion of its size. The 
entire length of the chapel is about 
one hundred and forty-five feet. The 
transept being but seventy-two feet 
long and nearly fifty wide, gives one 
the impression that the structure is 
quite a little shorter than it is. The 
entrance at the south side of the 
transept, with its lofty pinnacle and 
the canopied entrance on the north, 
with its bulky piers and bold parapet, 
serve but to intensify. 

Still admiring, we walk under the 
arches of the cloister, which now en- 

closes the quadrangle, and pause in the 
rear of the chapel long enough to ad- 
mire the rose-window, so charmingly 
set, up in the gable, clear of the but- 
tresses. A few steps more and we 
enter the chapel from the canopied 
doorway on the west side. As we open 
the door a flood of golden light from 
the manifold amber windows sur- 
rounds us. The walls are all cream 
and white. Overhead the groined 
vaults spread, crossed in mystic array, 
by the arch ribs which spring from 
the foliated capitals of the double row 
of reeded pillars. The balustrade of 
the organ-loft is a miniature Gothic 
arcade. The sumptuous quartered 
oak pews are decorated with Gothic 
panels. Then, last and best of all, 
there is the sanctuary, wide-spreading 
and free. There, too, are the three 
splendid gift altars. They are all done 
in veined Italian marble, Mexican 
onyx and pure white Carrara. This 
group of altars is assuredly one of the 
most beautiful in the Southland. The 
large main altar is a memorial to Wil- 
liam Walsh, '08, whose death occurred 
a little more than a year ago. At the 
Gospel side of the sanctuary stands 
the Sacred Heart altar, the gift pi 
friends of the Sacred Heart. The Lady 
altar is on the Epistle side and was 
built by the alumni and faculty. 

The little light that gleams from the 
elegantly wrought sanctuary lamp re- 
minds us that Our Lord is waiting for 
us to come to Him hidden on the al- 
tar and so we kneel to ask His bless- 
ing on the great work of the new 
Spring Hill. 






D. S. MORAN, '11 

"Vice shall be attractive." So saith 
Satan. This is applicable to all vices, 
but it is applied particularly to the 
gambling habit. That gambling may 
fairly be regarded as a vice is evident 
from the many consequences which 
follow the footsteps of the gambler ; 
the ruin which he brings upon himself 
and those near to him. Herbert, in 
his "Temple," has said not idly: 
"Play not for gain, but sport, 

Who plays for more 
Than he can lose with pleasure, 
stakes his heart, 
Perhaps his wife's, too, and whom 
she bore." 

The spirit of gaming is, I might say, 
born and bred in the very marrow of 
man, it being his nature to risk a lit- 
tle something that he may gain much. 
Let us begin with the first stage of 
man, his childhood. How often have 
you not seen the small boys of your 
neighborhood down on hands and 
knees playing marbles? They play 
with all the ardor of their boyish lives, 
happy when winning; but take the 
poor boy who loses a pocketful of mar- 
bles and agates, he is very much down 
in the mouth, and his dejected out- 
ward appearance betokens the heavi- 
ness of heart within. Now, when these 
same boys grow a little older they 
want to play for something else be- 
sides marbles ; thence result the crap 
game for nickels, tossing the line for 
pennies, and penny-ante poker, which 

game is learned by some American 
boys almost as soon as their alphabet ; 
and then comes the game in its highest 
form, which interests most the man in 
later life. 

If the spirit of gambling is allowed 
to have full play in the youth, the boy 
grows into young manhood with the 
desire for gaming, and the card or pool 
rooms hold great attractions, quite 
large sums of money passing there 
from one pair of hands to another. 

During the first stages of the gamb- 
ling habit, a great many drop out, as 
the boy advances in age ; yet from the 
boys whom we started with are evolv- 
ed bona fide gamblers. We shall now 
see a few of them. Take first those 
gamblers who haunt the mining 
camps of the West, relieving many a 
hard-working miner of his precious 
dust. The cow-puncher coming into 
town with his pay-roll is fair game. 
Of the latter class the majority can 
be found in every den where the rat- 
tle of the roulette wheel or the clink 
of poker chips and coin is heard. There 
they sit, alert and vigilant, watching 
for the faintest crooked movement of 
their opponents, and when once that 
is detected the man who draws first 
goes to the other's funeral. 

Beside the true Western type of 
gambler, we have the common every- 
day race track specialists, with loud 
suits and flashy jewelry. They are 
"slick ones," taking in every poor novice 



who will bite on their tempting bait. 
They play the "ponies" and the unin- 
itiated well, relieving many unlucky 
farmer lads, men, and soft, easy city 
chaps of all they have, which proceed- 
ing accounts for the wistful and far- 
away look in the victims' eyes, as they 
pass the sandwich stands, then wearily 
tiudge their way towards home. 

All this may be considered small 
play, when we think of the fortunes 
won and lost, mostly lost, in the Mec- 
ca of gambling, Monte Carlo. It is 
about as hard for a magnet to pass 
through a dish of iron filings without 
attracting any to itself as for a man 
to pass through Monte Carlo without 
playing the game for some stake or 
another. There is the place for what 
is rightly termed gambling. It is like 
a mighty mill going almost continu- 
ally, turning out gold to the unlucky 
lucky ones and bringing much more to 
the bankers. Why do I say unlucky 
lucky ones? Because a man may go 
to Monte Carlo and play ; if he is a be- 
ginner, Fortune, the ever elusive, will 
probably smile on his ventures, and 
bring him large returns. He leaves 
the table with perhaps fifty or a hun- 
dred thousand to the good. Is the 
man who runs the game worried? Not 
he. Nine out of ten come back to 
play again, and not only lose all they 
won at first, but all they had about 

"Some play for gain; to pass the time, others 

For nothing; both to play the fool, I say: 
Nor time or coin I'll lose, or idly spend; 
Who gets by play proves loser in the end." 

Look now at the rich man of leisure, 
and watch him play the game. He is 
lavish and plays at first indifferently. 
He places a large sum on the red, the 
wheel turns, the ball rolls, red wins, 
and the man has his stake doubled. 
Then he plays the dozens, but, though 
the gain would have been greater the 
risk was comparatively greater, too, 
and he loses. He does not mind it; so 
again a roll of bills is placed, this time 
on the black; but lo! when the wheel 
stops the money is raked in by the 
croupier. The game now becomes in- 
teresting, and he begins to bet heavily, 
losing many more times than he gains. 
Happy he, if the words of Herbert 
could affect him : 

"If yet thou love game at so dear a rate, 
Learn this, that hath old gamesters' dearly 
Dost lose? Rise up. Dost win? Rise in 
that state, 
Who strive to sit out losing hands are 

The strain tells on him, and up he 
rises to visit the buffet. After down- 
ing a few drinks he returns to the 
play, where, when fickle fortune gets 
through playing with him, he finds 
himself reduced to his last hundred. 
With nervous fingers and heart that 
stops half way in its beat, and then 
goes on, he lays down the last of the 
once large fortune, only to see it gath- 
ered in by the banker, when the wheel 
comes to a standstill. In a dumb, me- 
chanical manner he rises and travels 
in a dazed way slowly toward the bar, 
to realize the next minute that he has 
not the price of a single drink left. 



Out into the beautiful gardens that 
surround the palace of the fickle god- 
dess, he wanders in an aimless fash- 
ion. He is stunned by his losses and 
cannot realize their extent. Once a 
rich man, now penniless. He cannot 
comprehend it, and his mind partly 
fails under the strain. He understands 
in a dull manner that nothing is left 
him, and the only way to get out of 
the present state is to leave this life, 
which now holds no attraction for 
him. Another suicide is offered to the 
fever of gambling, but Monte Carlo 

still goes on as if the little tragedy 
was never heard of. 

Many examples of the foregoing, of 
murder and suicide, could be cited, but 
I must come to a conclusion. Let me 
ask you, my readers, never to start 
into the gambling game, as it is al- 
most impossible to quit it. The fever, 
when once you are inoculated with it, 
grows on you and it cannot be thrown 
off. So again I say, never let this 
vice get a stronghold on you, and all 
will be able to lead straightforward, 
just and Godly lives, as become Chris- 
tian American gentlemen. 





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of name, however, no change has been 
made in our aim in publishing this 
magazine, which is, as expressed in 
the April, 1899, issue : "to keep alive 
among the students a high literary 
spirit by exercising them both in criti- 
cal and creative compositions, and to 
link more closely the present with the 

To realize our ambition of quarterly 
publication we feel that we must call 

upon the earnest co-operation of pres- 
ent and past students. The former 
have already responded to our appeal, 
furnishing us with so much excellent 
matter for publication that the editors 
were regretfully forced to hold some 
of it in reserve for succeeding num- 
bers. The appeal made to former stu- 
dents for information and subscriptions 
was somewhat disappointing in its re- 
sults. Those, however, who failed to 
answer will hear from us again and we 
hope "to get them yet." 

Our Anybody who has had 

Advertisers anything to do with col- 
lege journalism, or for 
that matter, with any other kind of 
journalism, is well aware that our ex- 
istence would be of the most ephemer- 
al nature were it not for the cheerful 



assistance we receive from our adver- 
tisers. We would like to remind the 
student body of Spring Hill that the 
merchants whose advertisements ap- 
pear in our columns thought our good- 
will and custom worth reaching out 
after, and we beg our fellow-students 
to do all in their power to show our 
friends that they have not overestimat- 
ed our commercial value. Be sure 
when you are purchasing anything in 

Mobile or elsewhere to say that "you 
saw it in The Springhillian." 

Christmas The next number of the 
Number Springhillian will appear 
without fail shortly before 
Christmas. Our columns are cheer- 
fuly open to all of the students and 
anything in the nature of a live Christ- 
mas or New Year's story or poem will 
be more than welcomely received. 
Start on something now. 


The The Faculty of Spring Hill 

Faculty College for the term of 
1910-1911 is as follows: 
Rev. F. X. Twellmeyer, S. J., Presi- 
dent; Rev. C. D. Barland, S. J.. Vice 
President; Rev. W. Salentin, S. J., 
Secretary; Rev. N. Davis, S. J., Treas- 
urer; Rev. J. P. McDonnell, S. J., 
Chaplain ; Rev. E. C. de la Moriniere, 
S. J., Professor of Mental and Moral 
Philosophy and the Evidences of Re- 
ligion in the Senior Class; Rev. C. 
Ruhlmann, S. J., Professor of Sciences; 
Mr. T. Clarke, S. J., Professor of Math- 
ematics ; Rev. G. A. Rittmeyer, S. J., 
Professor of Mental and Moral Phil- 
osophy and English Literature in the 
Superior Class ; Rev. E. I. Fazakerley, 
S. J., Professor of Junior Class ; Rev. 
J. H. Stritch, S. J., Professor of Soph- 
omore Class; Mr. J. B. Bassich, S. J., 
Professor of Freshman Class; Mr. M. 
P. Burke, S. J., Professor of First 
Academic Class; Mr. F. Cavey, S. J., 
Professor of Second Academic Class ; 

Rev. W. A. Fillinger, S. J., Professor 
of Third Academic Class ; Rev. A. C. 
McLaughlin, S. J., Professor of Inter- 
mediate Class; Mr. J. B. Farrell, S. J., 
Professor of First English Class and 
Instructor in Shorthand and Type- 
writing; Mr. H. Donlan, S. J., Profes- 
sor of Second English ; Mr. M. J. Cro- 
nin, S. J.. Professor of Mathematics in 
First and Second English Classes ; Mr. 
C. B. Leeuwe, S. J., Professor of Third 
English Class ; Rev. P. Elfer, S. J., 
and Mr. F. J. Clarkson, S. J., Profes- 
sors of First Preparatory Class ; Rev. 
J. P. McDonnell, S. J., Professor of 
Second Preparatory Class ; Rev. G. A. 
Rittmeyer, S. J., Instructor in Spanish ; 
Mr. T. Clarke, S. J., Instructor in Ger- 
man; Rev. P. Elfer, S. J., Instructor in 
French ; Mr. J. Walsh, S. J., Instruc- 
tor in Special Greek; Mr. T. McGrath, 
S. J., Instructor in Special Latin ; Mr. 
P. C. Boudousquie, A. M., B. F. A., 
Professor of Drawing and Instructor 
in Penmanship; Messrs. A. J. Staub, 



Mus. D., and Angelo J. Suffich, Mus. 
B., Professors of Music; Mr. L. Tins- 
man, Gymnastic Director; Attending 
Physician, Dr. W. M. Mastin. 

Faculty Fr. T. O'Callaghan, S. J., is 
Changes stationed at the Immaculate 
Conception Church, New 
Orleans. Rev. E. J. Baehr, S. J., and 
Rev. A. W. Doherty, S. J., are pursu- 
ing a course of ascetical theology at St. 
Stanislaus' College, Brooklyn, Cuya- 
hoga County, Ohio. 

Messrs. F. Sullivan, S. J., and T. 
Cronin, S. J., are studying theology 
in preparation for the priesthood at St. 
Louis University, St. Louis, Mo. 

Mr. T. King, S. J., is Prefect of the 
Senior Division in St. Charles' College, 
Grand Coteau, La. 

Mr. J. Higgins, S. J., is teaching in 
the College of the Immaculate Concep- 
tion, New Orleans. 

Rev. P. A. Mullens, S. J., is Profes- 
sor of the Junior Class in St. Ignatius 
College, Chicago. 

The Jannin Memorial 
Oratorical Medal. 

One of the Old Boys, who wishes 
his identity to be concealed, has do- 
nated in perpetuum a medal to be con- 
tested for in the field of oratory. This 
medal is to be named for Rev. Marcel- 
lus Jannin, S. J., who was one of the 
donor's best beloved professors. Fath- 
er Jannin taught for many years at 
Spring Hill, both as a scholastic and a 
priest. He died here about three 
years ago and is buried in the little 
faculty cemetery. 

The conditions governing the award 
of this medal are as follows : 

1. The classes eligible for the con- 
test are the Senior, Junior, Sophomore, 
Superior and Intermediate. 

2. The composition must be origi- 
nal and on some subject previously as- 
signed by the Prefect of studies. 

3. This composition must be de- 
livered before a body of judges select- 
ed by the same officer. 

It is to be hoped that the members 
of the classes which can enter the com- 
petition will avail themselves of this 
splendid opportunity of cultivating 
their oratorical abilities and of cap- 
turing a prize well worth while. 

Golden Jubilee of 

Rev. Albert Wagner, S. J. 

During the month of August, Spring 
Hill was honored with a visit of Fr. 
Albert Wagner, who had recently cele- 
brated in Tampa, Fla., the fiftieth an- 
niversity of his entrance into the So- 
ciety of Jesus. The memory of Fath- 
er Wagner is highly cherished by all 
old Springhillians. He was connected 
with Spring Hill for twenty-seven 
years and during most of that time he 
lectured on physics and chemistry to 
the graduating classes. The Spring- 
hillian sends hearty, if somewhat be- 
lated, congratulations to the reverend 
jubilarian in his present home at the 
Jesuits' College, New Orleans. 

Consecration The three marble altars 

of Altars in the new church were 

solemnly consecrated 

by Very Rev. F. X. Twellmeyer, S. J., 



assisted by all the faculty, on August 

Physics The Department of Physics 
Room has been completely remod- 
elled under the supervision 
of Rev. C. Ruhlmann, S. J., professor 
of that branch, the lecture room being 
much enlarged, and the chairs ar- 
ranged in amphitheatre style around 

the experiment table. 

The "The seismograph at 

Seismograph Spring Hill College to- 
day recorded a slight 
earth shock, beginning at 4:55 p. m., 
and lasting three minutes. A similar 
shock was felt yesterday between 
4:55 and 5:10." — Associated Press dis- 
patch, Sept. 16. 



Opening Day 

Varied as the colors of the kaleido- 
scope are the feelings which animate 
the breasts of the loyal sons of old 
S. H. C. when they bend tbeir steps 
collegewards for the opening of a new 
year. Still there is quite a distinct 
line of demarcation which divides the 
feelings of 

"Reddere qui voces jam scit pucr, et [>ede eerie 
Signal liumum *****" 

and those of the "Imberbis juvenis." 
The former thinks only of home, of 
mamma and papa, and the playmates 
from whom he has been so rudely 
torn. The latter guided by the lamp 
of experience, looks forward and won- 
ders what kind of year is ahead of him 
— and especially what manner of yard 
prefect is to wield over him the scepter 
of a Czar or draw him by "all the 
cords of Adam" — to do just what he 
doesn't want to do. 

September 7th found us "naribus ad 
nares" with this question to solve. Mr. 
Clarkson, S. J., welcomed us on our 
arrival in the yard. 

Alterations and Repairs 

"Things ain't the same since you 
went away." All noticed this particu- 
lar fact on our return for the Autumn 
session. The Gymnasium, Billiard 
Hall and Library have all received a 
touching up ; new furniture, new pic- 
tures on the walls, new polish on the 
floors, etc., etc. To keep in line, the 
band has taken a new lease of life, and 
judging from the first concert on Col- 
umbus' Day, we are going to have a 
Sousa's of our own this year. 

The regular order of the day has 
been somewhat altered : the morning 
sessions are now divided into three 
hours' class, with some few minutes' 
recess after each class. 

That fatal 5:15 evening bell, which 
has ever been considered one of the 
certainties of life, is now silenced. Ob- 
ligatory Gym. work now holds sway 
at this hour. 

Many of the old boys, both loafers 
and real live ones, who were wont to 
adorn the benches in the class-room 



and elsewhere, are missed by their re- 
spective companions. "Shanks" look- 
ed in vain for his friend, Ed., heard of 
the extra hour of class, then sighed 
and said, "I may get over it, but will 
never feel the same." 

There are scores of new faces and 
characters to take the place of the old, 
and we cannot see why any one should 
be lonely. The good will and general 
satisfaction of the boys promise to 
make this term the best in years. And 
why not? All that could be desired 
for the progress and even the comfort, 
interior and exterior, of a college man 
are at hand : abundance of games, no 
dearth of food, study-time galore — 
and then some more ! all of the highest 
and best, all according to the pure food 
and study laws. What more can any 
near-man desire? Surely the "Land 
of Perpetual Youth" could not do 

Football After taking the starch out 
of several so-called "crack" 
teams of Mobile, the diamond heroes 
have given way to the padded mon- 
sters of the gridiron. Coach Maxon 
marvels at the splendid condition of 
the squad, and looks forward to ja 
most prosperous season. Some good 
games are scheduled and we mean to 
have them on our credit side. The 
"Rooters" eleven is being coached by 
Mr. Pharr, and bids fair to give the 
Regulars many an unpleasant quarter 
of an hour. 

Track Team The track team had a 

meet with the Y. M. C. 

A. shortly after opening day ; and 

while our boys were not in the best 
of training, still they did not come off 
entirely without honor. The relay 
race was close and exciting, but slight- 
ly in favor of the visitors. "Sweet 
Evening Shadow" Prevost walked 
away with the 220-yard dash. 

From One Whenever you wish to 
Who Knows know what Spring Hill 
is, or whenever you de- 
sire to impress this fact upon others, 
think of the words of Prof. Monaghan, 
a man who has visited colleges in ev- 
ery State in the Union. These words 
were written after his visit to S. H. C. 
last year and are taken from the "Col- 
umbiad" of May. The Professor says : 
"Only those who know the Jesuits can 
imagine Spring Hill. No; even they 
would fail — fall far short of the reality. 
It is hard to describe the charm of the 
place. It is wrapped all around with 
the subtle something called atmos- 
phere. Twenty illustrations and 
twenty pages could hardly suffice to 
picture it as I see it, or saw it. What 
pleased me most was the spirit of the 
place — the esprit de corps among men 
and boys. 

If the South wants a place to school 
its youngsters, let it remember Spring 
Hill, near Mobile." 

Class The senior classes are all 
Officers well organized, and if unity 
aids in the acquirement of 
one's end, then there ought to be a 
sheepskin forthcoming for each of 
them in June. The officers of the A. 
B. Class are : John Bauer, President ; 
Karl Leche, Vice President; Steve 



Riffel, Secretary. 

On the B. S. staft' there are: C. 
Black, President ; T. K. Schimpf, 
Vice President, and Alcide Martel, 

Senior The officers of the Senior 
Academy Academy are: John J. 
Becker, '12, President ; John 
T. Bauer, '11, Secretary, and Clarence 
L. Black, '11, Censor. We hear ru- 
mors floating around the top of the 
Hill about a team of debaters from the 
Jesuits' College, New Orleans, com- 
ing up here to cross lances with our 
doughty warriors. We think it only 
fair to warn the young gentlemen of 
the fate they may expect if they ever 
stand up before our most potent, grave 
and reverend "Seniors." 

Reading Room Association — It goes 
without saying that the library con- 
tinues to be well patronized by the 
major portion of the students. Order 

and discipline are rigorously upheld 
by H. D'Aquin, '12, President; John J. 
Becker, '12, Vice President; M. Hum- 
bert Diaz, '12, Secretary; Thomas P. 
Hale, '11, Treasurer, and John J. Dru- 
han, '13, Librarian. 

Gymnasium Officers — -Sherman Par- 
due, '11, President; James J. Mc- 
Hardy, '11, Secretary, and John J. 
Druhan, '13, Treasurer. 

Billiard Room Officers — Karl P. 
Leche, '11, President; Clarence K. 
Wohner, '11, Secretary, and Henry W. 
Kelly, '11, Treasurer. 

Store-Keepers — J. T. Bauer, '11, A. 
Martel, '11, and P. Patout. '11. 

Study Hall Keepers— C. Black, '11, 
C. Plauche, '11, and D. Moran, '11. 

Bell-Ringer— S. Riff el, '11, assisted 
by M. H. Diaz, '12. 



Yard Improvements — Our "home- 
coming" — to college — was somewhat 
in the nature of a surprise party to our 
new First Prefect, Mr. Walsh, S. J., 
for we came in just in time to catch 
him "red-handed," as it were, in the 
very act of putting the finishing 
touches on a long list of improve- 

When we had stored our grips 
away and hurried down to look over 

the old playgrounds we could hardly 
believe our eyes: where was the 
"Rocky Road to Dublin" down by the 
east fence, where "Pie" and "Moon" 
and "Zieg" and many another luckless 
spalpeen barked his ready gambs on 
piles of stones and brickbats while 
ogling the coveted sphere whizzing 
from the bat of some lusty Second 
Leaguer? Not a trace- of it was left. 
Id its stead was seen a long level 



tract as smooth as a billiard table. In 
a word — for the information of the 
"Old Boys"— the "Little Yard" has 
been widened and graded until it is a 
very big yard ; in place of the old 
stump in the northeast corner, there 
is a regulation hard-rubber Spalding 
home-plate, from which a brand-new 
grass diamond extends in a southwest- 
erly direction. Behind the home-plate 
stands a magnificent back-stop, some 
forty feet long by about thirty high. 
Here the First League holds forth on 
all holidays under the able captain- 
ship of Webre and Lawless. 

On going to the lower floor new sur- 
prises awaited us : the same nickel- 
plated faucet advertised "delicious 
spring water, fresh from the big spring 
at the Lake ;" but beside it stood a 
huge green barrel with several capa- 
cious and substantial cups attached, 
and a spigot from which flows at the 
bidding of every dust-begrimed urchin 
from the diamond or the gridiron, a 
steady stream of pure crystal "polar- 
ized" Adam's Ale. "There surely is 
some class to that," was Rusty's ready 
comment on seeing the above. 

Then the store : what an overhaul- 
ing it has undergone; the whole back 
end has been knocked out of it, mak- 
ing it about four times as large as it 
was. Here the same old "trusties" — 
Daunis and Webre, with the loss of 
"Blue Bell Harry" and the addition of 
"Shorty" Martel — dole out pop and 
ice cream, candies and cakes galore. 

Gymnasium — The Gym., too, has 
come in for its share in the general 
cleaning up. Under the wise man- 

agement of Mr. T. Cronin, S. J., our 
last year's Prefect, this department 
was thoroughly equipped with all the 
modern Gym. apparatus, supplied by 
the Fred Medart Mfg. Company, of 
St. Louis. This year, however, all the 
students are ipso facto members of the 
Gym. And what an interest they take 
in it ! Look in there during any re- 
creation and you will see small boys 
and large climbing ropes or poles or 
ladders, vaulting horses, swinging on 
rings or going the length of the Gym. 
on traveling rings, using chest expand- 
ers, running races, punching the bag 
and not infrequently indulging in the 
manly sport of boxing. Truly, if all 
this does not make a good, husky youth 
of even the tenderest "mamma's boy" 
he is not worth much. 

This realm is ruled over with gently 
firm sway by C. Lawless, President ; 
E. Meyer, Vice President; H. Patter- 
son, T. Arnold and D. Hebert, Censors. 
Here, too, twice a week we have the 
invaluable services of that accomplish- 
ed and justly popular gentleman and 
athlete, Mr. L. Tinsman, who trains 
the boys in all manner of gymnastic 

Billiard Room — A step further 
brings us to the Billiard Room. But 
where is "Prof." Hale? "Gone — gone 
to the big yard," was the ready re- 
sponse of his worthy and sprightly 
successor, President Willie Barker. 
Here, too, the hand of the iconoclast 
is visible. Two long lines of chairs 
have been provided for the onlookers. 
"All may look on — only members may 
play," is one of the rules posted con- 



spicuously on the wall. Members re- 
ceive a card which entitles them to 
play a certain number of games each 
month. Here due order and decorum 
are preserved by the aforesaid Presi- 
dent, ably assisted by Messrs. Joseph 
P. Newsham, Vice President, and 
Claude V. P. Celestin, Treasurer. 

Library — Nor must we forget to say 
a word about the effect of the reform 
wave on the Junior Library. It car- 
ried many new things in, many old 
ones out ; but one thing it could not 
sweep away was that inveterate book- 
worm, Joe Berthelot — accent on the 
-lot. Joe still occupies, or rather fills, 
the southwest corner, where he may 
be seen any time from 7:30 a. m. to 
7 :20 p. m., fairly devouring volume aft- 
er volume of ancient and modern lore. 
But Joe is not the reform, nor even 
an effect of it, but rather a relic of 
what used to be. 

Look, though, at those splendid pic- 
tures on either wall ; to your right, 
Robert E. Lee, to your left, Stonewall 
Jackson, each mounted on his war- 
horse, with an attitude which suggests 
Livy's "Longus post me ordo est idem 
petentium decus;" then glance back at 
the long line of Remingtons and oth- 
ers, closing with Jefferson Davis and 
General Joe Johnston ; then notice all 
the new chairs, the long new reading 
table, the large number of bright, new 
books, the busts of noted men of let- 
ters on the various book-cases, and ac- 
knowledge that there has been quite 
a change. In this "sanctum sancto- 
rum" of the students, Clarence Tou- 
art wields the scepter. Around him 

are arranged in the order of their dig- 
nit}', John B. Rives, Vice President ; 
Joseph Berthelot, Treasurer, and 
Yeend Potter, Librarian; all of whom 
look so sedate and wise in their learn- 
ed roles that one almost expects them 
to blink at the light and make the wel- 
kin ring with their "Whoo-Whoos !" 

The 5:15 Bell— But, like the master 
of the marriage feast, I have kept the 
best wine for the last. Let me out 
with the astonishing truth, "exab- 
rupto": the 5:15 bell has forever ceas- 
ed to ring! Bend your gaze back over 
the three-quarters of a century and 
more of S. H. C.'s existence and then 
listen and you will 

"Hear the tolling of the bells — iron bells — 
What a world of solemn thought their monody 

Cyclones have struck the old place 
and levelled many a giant of the for- 
est : thunderbolts have riven the 
stoutest oaks and still the old bell rang 
out its doleful summons. Nay, not 
even "the cannon's opening roar" 
could drown that fated sound. What 
a Titan, then, must have wielded the 
iconoclast's hammer during the past 
summer! For now when the old 
clock chimes 5:15 the joyous strip- 
lings of either division kick up their 
heels with added zest, while the "ma- 
jores natu," with sad and solemn tread, 
wag their heads as if to say, "The end 
must not be far off." Truly 

"The old order changeth, yielding place to new. 
And God fulfills Himself in many ways." 

As a consequence of this last-men- 
tioned innovation, we get an extra 
swim in the lake everv other dav. 



What a "pipe-dream" this seemed to 
the "Old Boys" when some optimistic 
youngster foretold that he saw this 
coming event casting its shadow be- 

Junior Sodality — The Junior Sodal- 
ity held its first meeting in the Inter- 
mediate Classroom on the evening of 
Friday, September 16, and elected the 
following officers: F. A. Meyer, '12, 
Prefect; E. L. Meyer, '13, First As- 
sistant; C. N. Touart, '12, Second As- 
sistant; E. E. Webre, '12, Secretary; 
C. V. Celestin, '13, and T. Y. Potter, 
'13, Sacristans. 

The Sodality has but ten members 
and six candidates this year, but the 
few who wear the badge of the Bless- 
ed Virgin are proud to devote them- 
selves to her service. The candidates 
are promised admission on the next 
feast day, probably December 8. Rev. 
A. C. McLaughlin, S. J., has charge of 
the Sodality, and Mr. Donlan, S. J., 
is his assistant. 

Altar Boys' Association — The altar 
boys have a large membership this 
year. They are under the able super- 
vision of Mr. H. Donlan, S. J., and are 
making remarkable progress. The 
boys serve mass with great reverence 

and devotion and are to be compli- 
mented on their capability. The of- 
ficers are: F. A. Meyer, '12, Presi- 
dent; C. N. Touart, '12, Secretary, and 
T. Y. Potter, '13, Censor. 

Junior Band — The Junior Band is 
particularly efficient this year under 
the direction of Mr. F. Cavey, S. J., 
and Prof. A. J. Suffich. The young 
votaries of Orpheus fill many hours 
with sweet accord. The officers are : 
C. N. Touart, President, and F. A. 
Meyer, Secretary. 

Junior Literary Society — This so- 
ciety, popularly known as the Junior 
Academy, was reorganized on Octo- 
ber 5th, with the election of F. A. Mey- 
er as President, J. P. Newsham, secre- 
tary, and Y. Potter, Censor. Several 
new members have successfully stood 
the admission test and the Academy 
looks forward to one. of the greatest 
years in its long history. 

Athletics — Baseball has at last 
yielded place to football, and morn- 
ing, noon and night the prospective 
heroes of the white-barred field may 
be heard reeling off cryptic signals by 
the yard, evidently of much import, 
for they invariably produce a shock 
of arms. 




A recent very welcome visitor to 
Spring Hill College was Mr. Walter 
Bass, of Mobile. Mr. Bass entered 
here as a student in 1852 and remain- 
ed for four years. His recollections of 
Spring Hill of those days are very in- 
teresting, and for the benefit of our 
readers he has kindly consented to set 
them down in The Springhillian. 

"In the early summer of 1852," says 
Mr. Bass, "I was placed by a kind and 
indulgent father as a student at Spring 
Hill College. A green country boy, 
just from the rural districts, some nov- 
el sights were opened up before me. 
At that time the old college, destroy- 
ed by fire in 1869, stood on the pres- 
ent grounds. Around me were gath- 
ered a number of Jesuit Fathers in 
their quaint garb. They were awe-in- 
spiring to the new student and he did 
a deal of thinking on his own hook. 
Albert Hulse, of an old and prominent 
Pensacola family, was assigned to the 
duty of showing me through the 
grounds and building. Hulse was 
kind and obliging and we were soon 
friends. I was examined, classed, and 
at once entered on my duties, which 
were varied and always pleasant. 
Among my comrades were some 
bright and companionable young men 

(who have since passed away. Duncan 
G. Campbell (son of Hon. John A. 
Campbell), now a noted criminal law- 
yer of Baltimore, was among the num- 
J ber. James M. Muldon, Lewis Ster- 

ling, Paul Morphy, Charles Duncan, 
were my daily companions and mess- 
mates. They, too, have joined the 
silent majority. I cannot refrain from 
mentioning some of the Jesuit Fathers 
to whom I was specially attached. 
Father Gautrelet, the President, was 
always pleasant, and would always 
stop and chat with the new student. 
Father Imsand, who was on duty with ^ 
the big boys, was my chum, and at 
times gave me lessons in German. 
Bishop Portier, of Mobile, was a fre- 
quent visitor to the college, and on 
these occasions a detail would wait on 
him and ask for a holiday, which was \^ 
usually granted. In my time the hour 
for the evening distribution of bread 
was a big time. More than two hun- 
dred boys were provided with bread \ 
and molasses, very much relished by 
a lot of healthy youngsters. School ' 
was carried on all summer in those 
days, the Commencement being held \/ 
in October. This was owing to a gen- 
eral demand on the part of parents, 
who felt that their sons, by remaining 
at the college, were less exposed to 
the prevailing fever than they would 
have been in the cities. 

I was well acquainted with Paul 
Morphy, probably the world's greatest 
chess player, who even during his col- 
lege career had achieved no small de- 
gree of fame. It was no uncommon 
thing for Morphy to engage in three 
or four simultaneous games and win 



them all. Alexander B. Meek, the his- 
torian of Alabama, then Probate 
Judge of Mobile County, and an excel- 
lent chess player, came out to play him 
and was defeated. I remember John 
Byrnes, of Mobile, who was killed in 
the Battle of Shiloh. 

"My collegiate course at Spring Hill 
was cut short by a very untoward 
event. One morning the chapel bell 
tolled while we were in the playground 
and Father Adams, the vice president, 
announced to us the death by yellow 
y fever of Rev. J. L'Hermite, one of the 
professors. We were all sent home 
immediately. The epidemic raged 
fearfully in Mobile and the surround- 
ing districts. I went back to my fath- 
er's plantation at Bladon Springs and 
never returned to the college, even 
for a visit, for many years. At the 
outbreak of the war I joined the Con- 
federate forces at Fort Morgan and 
was engaged at various posts till Lee's 
surrender. I took part in the Battle 
of the Wilderness and various en- 
gagements around Shiloh and Jackson, 
Miss. At the Battle of the Wilder- 
ness I was taken prisoner and marched 
through Grant's army to Johnson's 
Island in Lake Erie. Later I was ex- 
changed and fought till the end of the 

As the reader will observe many 
years have passed since the events re- 
cited above took place and the writer 
has passed the allotted three score 
and ten, yet he can look back with 
pleasure on all these scenes and say 
that his relations with the students 
and faculty of Spring Hill College 

were always of the most cordial na- 

In looking through the old cata- 
logues for the years of which Mr. Bass 
speaks we find his name figuring quite 
prominently in the list of premiums 
and awards. In his first year, when 
there were 233 students attending the 
college, and thirty-five in his class, 
Walter Bass won honors in Latin, 
Greek, English, Mathematics, History 
and Geography. At the commence- 
ment exercises in 1854 he took part in 
scenes from the Tragedy of Mahomet, 
together with Spencer Semmes, of Mo- 
bile, Francis Mader and Florian 
Lange, of New Orleans. The only ma- 
terial souvenirs of his college days 
that Mr. Bass still treasures are the 
silver knife, spoon and fork he used 
as a boy at Spring Hill fifty-eight years 
ago. The Springhillian assures this 
old alumnus that he will always be a 
welcome visitor at the College and sin- 
cerely hopes that he will find leisure 
to multiply his visits in the future. 

Francis J. O'Rourke, class of '09, 
'09 has entered upon his second 
year of theology at Kenrick 
Seminary, St. Louis, Mo. 

Charles S. Dittmann, Jr., of the 
'09 class of '09, writes us a very 

pleasant letter, sending in his 
subscription. He is engaged in the 
commission and banking business of 
the Charles Dittmann Company. 

John J, McCarthy and James P. 
Walsh have entered the Jesuit 
Novitiate at Macon, Georgia. We 



wish them every blessing in the life of 
self-sacrifice which they have chosen 
for their part. 

Edward B. Colgin, A. B., '98, 
'98 sends US his subscription for the 

current year. Mr. Colgin has 
been successfully engaged in the prac- 
tice of law in Houston, Texas, since 
his graduation from the Georgetown 
University Law School. 

George F. McDonnell, B. S., 
'99 writes as follows: "I herewith 
enclose $1.00, subscription to 
The Springhillian. In response to 
your request that I send to your pub- 
lication something concerning my- 
self, will say this is one time "my 
modesty" overcomes me ; however, 
will give you a few "rambling re- 

I was honored by the Mississippi 
State Convention of Knights of Col- 
umbus in Biloxi, Miss., last May, by 
being elected State Deputy of the Or- 
der in this state. By virtue of this of- 
fice, I was a delegate to the National 
Convention in Quebec last August. It 
was one of the most representative 
bodies of men it was ever my pleas- 
ure to be associated with. Much 
good was accomplished at this meet- 
ing, one of the notable results being 
the flattering report of the Committee 
on the Catholic University Fund, 
which endowment was recently pledg- 
ed by the Order. 

August J. Staub, class of '02, 

'02 since he has moved up the state, 

has become quite a financier. 

He is president of the Bank of Alice- 
ville, Ala., cashier of that of Coch- 
rane, Ala., and president of and stock- 
holder in the Aliceville Grist Mill & 
Grain Co. Besides this, he is inter- 
ested in real estate. 

Ferd V. Becker, of Brookhaven, 
Aliss., paid a flying visit during the 
early part of September. 

Jack J. McGrath is assistant city ed- 
itor of the Louisville Times, the aft- 
ernoon edition of the Courier-Journal. 

John A. Bo.udousquie, A. B., 
'03 paid us a visit at the beginning 
of September. He is still as- 
sistant city engineer in Selma, Ala. 

Dr. Maximin D. Touart, A. B., is 
expected on a visit from New York 
about the middle of November. He 
has just completed a special course in 
the Harlem Hospital. He expects to 
return to New York to practice, and, 
rumor has it, to take unto himself a 

Joseph M. Walsh, S. J., A. B., is 
yard prefect of the Second Division. 
His co-prefect in the study hall is 
Thomas J. McGrath, S. J., class of '05. 
George G. McHardy, S. J., of the same 
class, is prefect of the First Division 
study hall in Grand Coteau. 

J. Louis Blouin, A. B., and his 
'04 brother, Francis R. Blouin, A. 
B., '05, have gone into the su- 
gar business and are the owners and 
managers of a large plantation in the 
Lafourche country. 

T. Peyton Norville, A. B., in part- 
nership with his brother, William J. 



Norville, B. S., '05, has established a 
thriving insurance firm in Mobile. 

Daniel T. Hails, A. B., paid a 
'06 visit during the summer. He 
came from Montgomery to at- 
tend the reception of his sister, Miss 
Sarah, at the Visitation Academy. 

Loyola T. Cowley, A. B., is engag- 
ed in the real estate and insurance 
business in Mobile. 

Joseph J. Harty, B. S., has entered 
the Boston School of Technology. 

Frederic W. Miller, B. S., is work- 
ing in the claim department of the 
Chicago, Mobile & New Orleans of- 
fices in Mobile. 

Nestor L. Keith Ovalle, B. S., 
'07 stopped in to see his old profes- 
sors and friends last summer, 
on his way to Montreal. He is mak- 
ing a splendid record at the McGill 
University. The Springhillian appre- 
ciates his thoughtfulness and courte- 
sy in replying at length to the request 
for something about himself. Would 
that Mr. Keith had many imitators 
among our alumni. 

R. Kenneth Rounds A. B., who, aft- 
er finishing his course, took up the 
study of law at the University of Wis- 
consin and subsequently had to aban- 
don it oru account of his father's 
death, is now engaged in the lumber 
business in far-away Moose Jaw, Sas- 
katchewan, British Columbia. Mr. 
Rounds still keeps in touch with his 
Alma Mater and is deeply interested 
in everything that concerns it. In his 
last letter he writes about the athletics 

of the College and the Alumni column 
in the College magazine. He advo- 
cates the expansion of the Alumni 
notes, for, he says each student is anx- 
ious to know the whereabouts and oc- 
cupations of his classmates and fel- 
low-students. This is precisely our 
position in the matter ; but what are 
we going to do when our Old Boys 
are either too modest, or — shall we 
say it? — too indifferent, to answer 
queries in regard to themselves and 

Joseph H. Norville, A. B., has com- 
pleted a course of law in the office of 
Bell, Terry & Bell, of Memphis, Tenn., 
and received his license to practise. 
To show their appreciation of his 
worth, these gentlemen have admitted 
Mr. Norville into their firm as the 
junior member. 

G. Leon Soniat, A. B., after study- 
ing law for two years at Tulane Uni- 
versity has now entered the law of- 
fice of his uncle, Mr. Charles Soniat. 

Albert P. Garland, B. S., graduated 
from the Tulane University law 
school last June. He was one of the 
leaders in his class. 

C. Henry Adams, A. B., has re- 
'09 turned to St. Louis University 
to begin the second year of the 
law course. 

Anthony J. Touart, A. B., has en- 
tered Columbia University as a law 



Leon J. Blouin, A. B., has begun 
his second year in sugar chemistry at 
the Louisiana State University. 

John J. Nelson, A. B., who is a fre- 
quent visitor to the College and great- 



ly interested in its sports, is in the 
real estate business in Mobile. 

Gilbert A. Le Baron, A. B., occu- 
pies a position in the claim depart- 
ment of the Mobile & Ohio Railroad 

James R. Garber A. B., has return- 
ed to Jefferson College, Philadelphia, 
to continue the study of medicine. 

Sidney J. Bourgeois, A. B., is mak- 
ing his second year of law at George- 
town University. 

J. D'Hamecourt Fossier, A. B., has 
entered the medical department of 
Tulane University this year. 

Thomas V. Craven, B. S., and John 
J. Brown, B. S., have returned to Tu- 
lane University to continue the study 
of law. 

Cliffe E. Laborde, B. S., is principal 
of the Vinton High School, near Lake 
Charles, La. 

Sidney F. Braud, A. 13., the hon- 
'10 or man of the A. B. Class and 
the captain of last year's foot- 
ball team, has entered Tulane as a 
medical student. 

James E. Duggan, A. B., who was a 
close second in the race for the A. B. 
Class honors, is enrolled in the Col- 
lege of Law of Columbia University. 

P. Walter Walsh, A. B., intends to 
enter a law office in Mobile in the near 
future. At present he is assisting his 
father in business. 

Edward J. Lebeau, A. B., who did 
such splendid work foi The Springhil- 
lian last year, writes that he is still in 
his home town, Pensacola, as yet un- 
decided as to his future movements. 

John E. Toomey, A. B., has a posi- 
tion in one of the laigest mercantile 
houses in Mobile and the South. 

William K. Nicrosi, A. B., the gen- 
ial captain of our last year's success- 
ful baseball team, has not yet return- 
ed from the West, where he went dur- 
ing the summer for a vacation. 

Oscar J. Mistric, A. B., is reported 
as studying law at Tulane. 

John E. O'Flinn, A. B., is studying 
medicine at the Mississippi College of 

J. Lawrence Lavretta, A. B., is still 
enjoying the pleasures of a European 
trip started last July. He is accom- 
panied by his mother. Lately he wrote 
from Paris to a friend : "I am having 
a fine time. Went to see the Chante- 
cler and the Grand Opera ; both were 
magnificent. Saw Napoleon's tomb ; 
it was very impressive. Have been in 
many museums and seen thousands 
of the world's greatest paintings." 

A. Caron Ball, A. B., last year's edi- 
tor-in-chief of The Springhillian, has 
entered the Tulane Law School. 

Albert J. Hahn, B. S., the honor 
man of his class, has entered the Bos- 
ton School of Technology to study 
electrical engineering. We print the 
following from the Mobile Register of 
September 24: "Albert J. Hahn, who 
was at the head of the science class in 
the awarding of degrees at the last 
commencement of Spring Hill College, 
has entered the Massachusetts Insti- 
tute of Technology, his father, Mr.' 
Sam Hahn, having returned to Mobile 
after placing him there. Mr. Hahn 
mentions a matriculation incident, 



showing the confidence the Boston In- 
stitute authorities have in Spring Hill 
College. On presenting young Hahn's 
diploma, the father was informed by 
Secretary Humphries that it was suf- 
ficient without any other evidence of 

Christopher H. Costello, B. S., is 
taking a course in electric engineering, 
while his brother, Henry M. Costello, 
B. S., one in mining engineering at 
Columbia University. 

Thomas Byrne, B. S., has gone into 
the contracting business with his 
father in Chicago. 

Alaric G. Firment, B. S., is studying 

Mr. Clarence L. Bougere, B. S., '90, 
paid a visit to his Alma Mater on Sep- 
tember 30, for the purpose of entering 
his young son, Clifford, on the career 
which he himself had so happily com- 
pleted two decades before. He ex- 
pressed himself as being vastly pleas- 
ed with the wondrous improvements 
he observed about the old place. 

Francis L. Barker, A. B., has 

'08 given up the study of law and 
is devoting himself to the inter- 
ests of his business firm. 

Patout C. Burguieres, A. B., has not 
yet returned from his European bridal 
trip. i 

Anthony J. Vizard, A. B., is in his 
third year of law at Tulane. 

Henry R. Kevlin, B. S., is enrolled 
as a student at Tulane University. 

John E. Deegan, B. S., paid Spring 
Hill a visit during the summer and 

spoke enthusiastically of his work in 
the Pennsylvania University school 
of architecture. He has returned to 
pursue his studies. 

Joseph G. Parslow, B. S., spent a 
few days last summer with his father- 
in-law, Professor Staub. He has left 
Tampa, Fla., and gone to Reform, 
Ala., where irt company with Edwin 
J. Staub, class '07, he has opened up 
a furniture store. 

Sidney B. Simon, B. S., is still 
fondly attached to old Spring Hill, and 
in everything that concerns its wel- 
fare is ever ready to lend physical as 
well as moral support. We cannot 
easily forget his untiring energy and 
generous devotedness in the prepara- 
tions for our last two commencements 
in the Lyric Theatre. 

We note with pleasure that among 
the students of the present genera- 
tion there are eleven whose fathers 
received their education at Spring 

Letter from an Alumnus in Canada. 
The Springhillian, Spring Hill Col- 
lege, Mobile, Ala. 

It is with pleasure that I'll endeav- 
or to comply with your request to 
write something of my doings since 
I left old Spring Hill in '07. 

I am afraid I can't boast of having 
achieved any great success in this 
world since then, as, owing to the 
fact that my college days have con- 
tinued, I haven't really had an oppor- 
tunity to face the world in the strug- 
gle of life. 



After very pleasant holidays in the 
tropics (Costa Rica), the fall of '07 
found me registered once again as a 
Freshman in the Faculty of Applied 
Sciences of the McGill University, 
Montreal, Canada. 

A new life awaited me here, as no 
longer had I any one to do the little 
things that were always done for us 
at Spring Hill, nor to give me the 
friendly advice that was never denied 
us there; yes, >a new life, and I felt 
lonely at first. Gradually I became 
used to it, however, and April, '08, 
saw me successfully through the first 

After Convocation that year my us- 
ual homeward trip was no longer a 
reality, as my steps were turned to 
the bald-headed prairies of the Prov- 
ince of Alberta, Canada, to try for the 
first time in my life the hardships of 
work. There I stayed as topographer 
in the railroad preliminary and loca- 
tion party for about three months. 
It was here that I began to realize 
the great benefits derived from the 
systematic life in old Spring Hill. We 
endured a few hardships, a common 
occurrence in this kind of work away 
from civilization, but it all was good 
experience for me, which was what I 
was after. 

When my work was over here I de- 
cided to take a little holiday before 
College opened again, and after tak- 
ing in most of the Canadian Western 
cities and towns, I went to spend a 
couple of weeks with my family in 
New York. 

My second year at McGill, I am 
glad to say, was also successful, and 
the summer of '09 found me, encour- 
aged by my experience in the previous 
summer, at railroad work again. This 
time, however, my work was not in 
the Northwestern prairies, but in the 
southern part of the island of Cuba, 
and it was construction work. 

As instrument man, with a camp of 
my own, and in charge of about fif- 
teen kilometers of work, I stayed there 
about four months, i. e., till it was 
almost time to return to College. 

As I had done the previous year 
here in Canada, I took in as much of 
the island as my time permitted, and 
then I went back to New York, where 
I stayed till it was time to return to 
College to begin my third year. 

It was then that I had to decide on 
the special branch of Engineering to 
follow, and as I had always wanted, I 
began my special studies in Electrical 
Engineering, which for that year were 
also successful. 

At present I am back at McGill be- 
ginning my fourth and what I hope 
will be my last year at College, after 
having spent a great summer travel- 
ling down in Central America, and, as 
you know, through the Southern 

It is here that I want to tell you 
the great pleasure it gave me this 
summer to have been back at old 
Spring Hill, for, although it has been 
altered quite a lot since the fire, nev- 
ertheless there was that good old fa- 
miliar aspect about it which brought 
back to me the good old six years and 



a half of my life I spent there. My 
only regret is that my time was then 
so limited that it was practically im- 
possible for me to have remained 
longer than the few minutes I did. 

As regards my future prospects, 
they are not very definite as yet. How- 
ever, it is likely that after graduating 
I may go with the Westinghouse 
Company in Pittsburg for a year or 
two to acquire experience in their 
shops and offices. After that I may 
go down to Mexico, Brazil or some 
Central American country to practice 
my profession with a specialty in Elec- 
tric Traction and Power House work. 

I am sorry I can't give you any in- 
formation of any other Spring Hill 

"Old Boys," as, to my knowledge, I 
am your only Spring Hill alumnus up 
here. However, I feel confident that 
all will respond, as I have done, and 
lend you a hand to compile the infor- 
mation you desire. 

Enclosed you will find one dollar 
as a subscription to The Springhillian, 
which I shall always be glad to re- 

Wishing to be remembered to the 
faculty and to you, the staff of The 
Springhillian, and wishing you all suc- 
cess possible in your new enterprise, 
I am, Yours truly, 

Nestor Keith Ovalle, B. A., '07. 




In the Gym. 

D. S. MORAN, '11. 

On Friday, the 16th of September, 
Mr. L. Tinsman, our physical director, 
started the gymnasium class, which 
had as a nucleus about twenty-five 
boys. All took interest in the work, 
and on the next day the number swell- 
ed to forty. After putting' the whole 
class through a series of fast and snap- 
py exercises, the director ran the fel- 
lows around the gym a number of 
times. A few blew out after four or 
five circuits, but the rest stuck to it, 
some being as fresh as when they 
started. Mr. Tinsman lined up the 
class, and after counting off, he divid- 
ed the whole into four squads, with 
leaders for each squad, picked by the 
acclamation of the class. They were : 
Black, Becker, Ducote and Pardue. 

These leaders took their squads to 
different parts of the gym, where they 
put those under them through the va- 
rious exercises. As soon as the lead- 
ers had sent their men through the dif- 
ferent stunts on the horse or horizon- 
tal bars, they went to the rings or trap- 
eze, where all that was in the green 
material was brought out and new 
turns added. The forty-five minutes 
seemed short in duration, as the boys 
were always willing and anxious for 
more. Among other exercises, the 
arts of self-protection are being attend- 
ed to, and the gloves and mat already 
have many votaries. 

Gold monogram watch fobs are be- 
ing put up for those making required 
records in the different parts of gym- 
nasium work, and on the track. A reg- 
ular series of boxing and wrestling 
matches is planned, which will go far 
to enliven the every-day events in the 
yard. The track has many followers, 
and in the cool of the evening sprint- 
ers and long-distance men are continu- 
ally pounding over the course. 

Track Work— Mr. Tinsman and Mr. 
Coan brought out three runners from 
the local Y. M. C. A. for a relay race 
on Sunday, Oct. 2. Ducote, Mclntyre 
and Prevost. of S. H. C, were run. 
The Y. M. C. A. took the lead at the 
beginning and could not be passed. 
In the eighth of a mile Prevost ran 
against Lush, of the Y. M. C. A. The 
former's time was 28 seconds, and the 
later made it in 28.5. 


S. H. C., 4 ; Whistler, 1. 

The first good game o/ baseball was 
played on Sunday, Sept. 19, when the 
Whistler aggregation blew in wifh a 
goodly crowd of rooters, who had the 
hard luck of seeing their hopefuls go 
down in defeat a? the hands of the 
nine. Pardue pitched a great game, 
striking out eight men. allowing only 
one base on balls, and two scattered 
hits. Black, at the receiving station, 
was on the job at all times, while the 
infield played stonewall baseball 



throughout the nine innings. The out- 
fielders took all that came their way, 
crushing the hope of the Whistlerites, 
who expected them to drop the high 
ones. In the first inning the playing 
of the visitors was decidedly ragged. 
Their errors, coupled with timely 
bingles, put the game on ice for the 

The game in figures : 

Whistler A.B. R. H. P.O. A. E. 

vValsh, If. 4 

Rush, cf. 4 10 10 

Holt, rf. 4 10 

hannon, 3b. 4 2 2 

Murphy, ss. 4 111 

Stetz, 2b. 4 10 2 6 3 

Goodard, lb. 4 13 1 

Dixon, c. 3 4 10 

Eckard, p. 2 112 

Totals 33 1 2 24 13 5 

Spring Hill A.B. R. H. P.O. A. E. 

Pardue, p. 4 12 3 

Bauer, lb. 4 3 10 

Black, c. 4 2 18 3 

Becker, If. 4 2 2 

Riffel, lb. 4 11 

\»illiamson, 2b. 3 12 3 

Prevost, ss. 3 110 2 

Mclntyre, cf. 3 10 

Tarleton, rf. 3 

Totals 32 4 7 27 12 

Score by innings— 123456789 

Whistler 000010000 

Spring Hill 21100000* 

S. H. C, 3; Dures, 1. 

September 25 the grounds were in 
a heavy condition on account of show- 
ers in the morning, and the quality of 
baseball was not as quick and snappy 
as would be expected on drier grounds. 

The visitors played excellent ball, but 
the timely hitting and good base run- 
ning of the college men were too much 
for them. "Honest John" Trolio made 
his first appearance with the 'Varsity 
in this game. In his four innings they 
connected with his benders for four 
hits and one run. Pardue then went 
in, and only two of Dures' men saw 
second. In the fourth the visitors 
started trouble, when Langley sin- 
gled ; H. McKean forced him out at 
second, a grounder by L. Dure ad- 
vanced McKean and Leslie's wallop 
for two sacks scored their only run. In 
their half of the inning Spring Hill 
came back at them, sending two men 
over the rubber. Black singled, ad- 
vanced on a wild throw by Holman, 
and was caught stealing by Coley. 
Williamson reached first on an error, 
stole second, and came in on Mcln- 
tyre's two-base hit. Prevost's single 
sent Mclntyre across the plate, end- 
ing the scoring for that inning. Again 
in the sixth Mclntyre hit safely, stole 
second, then third, and came home on 
a wild heave by Holman. 

Game in figures : 

Dures A.B. R. H. P.O. A. X E. 

Coley, 3b 4 13 3 1 

Castle, rf. 4 10 

L. McKean, lb. 4 10 1 1 

Langley, ss. 4 110 

H. McKean, If. 4 10 1 

L. Dure, 2b. — 4 12 

Leslie, cf. 3 10 

Long, c. 4 18 10 

Holman, p. - 4 118 

Total 35 1 6 24 15 8 



Spring Hill A.B. R. H. P.O. A. K. 

Becker, If. 4 2 

Bauer, 3b. 4 2 1 

Black, c. 4 2 8 2 

Williamson, 2b. 4 10 10 

iviffel, lb. 4 8 1 1 

Mclntyre, cf. 4 2 2 

Prevost, ss. l 1 1 

Wobner, ss. 1 

Tarleton, rf. 2 1 

Orsi, rf. -' 1 

Trolio, p. 10 10 4 1 

Pardue, p. 2 1 4 

Total 32 3 7 27 13 3 

Score by innings — 1 2 .". 4 ."> (> 7 8 !) 

Dures 1 

Spring Hill n 2 l * 

S. H. C, 8; Athletics, 4. 
October 2. It was an easy game for 
Spring Hill in the beginning, but at 
the end, the Athletics started a rally 
that bid fair to give them the "bacon." 
Both sides enjoyed a swatfest, and 
when the bingles were counted up S. 
H. C. took twelve out of the twenty. 
Pardue, our port side heaver of the 
pill, pitched six innings, and then 
Becker came in from his garden to do 
the flinging for the rest of the game. 
In the first inning S. H. C. made three 
tallies. Becker singled, stole second, 
and then took third ; Bauer whiffled. 
Black was hit by Hart, and to limber 
up his sore ribs, he stole second. Par- 
due put in a nice drive between left 
and center, Becker and Black scamper- 
ing home. Riffel took three good 
swings, then Mclntyre poled out the 
first three-sacker of the game, bring- 
ing in Pardue. In the second inning 
"Bobby" Tarleton sent a long drive 
into the thorn bush for three sack?. 

coming in on Becker's double over 
center. Black, in the third, singled, 
stole second and came over the pan 
on Mclntyre's safe hit. Again in the 
fifth Black scored. His long drive net- 
ted three bases, and Pardue's sacri- 
fice fly did the rest. Riffel then sin- 
gled, pilfered two sacks and came in 
on Williamson's hit. Spring Hill 
changed in the seventh, Becker came 
in to pitch, Prevost caught and Woh- 
ner played short. The Athletics seem- 
ed to that order. Dozier got a hit, 
Simmers grounded, forcing out Dozier. 
Two stolen bases put Simmers on 
third, and Allen's double brought him 
over. Hart hit safely, scoring Allen. 
In the eighth Spring Hill got one man 
around. Prevost took first, when the 
catcher missed his last strike. Two 
wild pitches and a stolen base let him 
come home. After two down in the 
ninth, the Athletics gave Becker a 
frightening. Plart was safe on first 
when Wohner overthrew ; Orsi, who 
was playing for the Athletics, doubled 
to the fence, scoring Hart ; Groom 
made his fourth hit a triple, bringing 
in Orsi. Goodman ended the suspense 
by grounding out, Bauer to Riffel. 

Athletics A.B. R. H. P.O. A. E. 

t^room, If. 5 4 

Goodman, 2b. 5 13 

Dodd, rf. 4 

Dozier, 3b. 3 1110 

Simmers, lb. 4 10 9 10 

Overton, ss. 4 2 6 

Allen, c. 4 118 2 

Hart, p. 4 1110 1 

Or»i, cf. - 4 112 

Total 37 4 8 24 11 3 



Spring Hill A.B. R. H. P.O. A. E. 

Lecker, If. 4 12 10 

Bauer, lb. 5 4 5 

Black, c. 2 3 2 6 

Pardue, p. and If. 3 112 2 

Riffel, lb. 4 12 2 

Mclntyre, cf. 4 2 2 

Williamson, 2b. 4 13 3 

Prevost, ss. and c. 4 10 

Tarleton, rf. 3 12 

Wohner, ss. 10 11 

Total 32 8 12 27 11 2 

Score by innings— 1234 5 6789 

athletics 000000202 

Spring Hill 31102001* 


Although somewhat late in starting 
practice and scrimmage on account of 
various obstacles, the handicap at 
Spring Hill College is being gradually 
removed and the 'Varsity squad, un- 
der the patient direction of Coach 
Maxon, is taking form. 

There is plenty of material, both 
green and experienced, from which a 
team may be evolved, and Maxon is 
the man to separate the wheat from 
the chaff. He has made teams in for- 
mer years from practically new men, 
and his untiring efforts, which were 
always crowned with success, have 
proved ' him an invaluable aid to 
Spring Hill's representatives on the 

This year Coach Maxon has seven 
of last year's warriors on which to 
build a team. The last year's stand- 
bys are Black, Becker, Ducote, Bauer. 

Schimpf, Munoz, McHardy and Par- 
due, captain. 

The material for the 'Varsity is as 
good as any that fought for the purple 
and white, so it is expected that the 
records of the preceding seasons will 
surely be kept up if not surpassed. 

Signal and formation practice is 
gone through daily. 

Captain Pardue is out of the game 
at present with a fractured arm, and 
for the present Becker is filling his 
place at quarterback. 

The scrimmage yesterday afternoon 
was fast and spectacular, and the 
plucky scrubs made a good showing 
against their superiors. Cassidy at 
end, Gremillion at guard and Brous- 
sard at full were the heroes for the 
scrubs, while Bauer, Druhan, Black, 
Needham and Ducote were the 'Var- 
sity stars. 

Coach Maxon was well pleased with 
his squad work and expects to pick out 
of it the best ground-gaining machine 
that ever represented the college. 

Spring Hill's probable games are 
with Tulane, Southern University and 
the regular Thanksgiving game with 
the soldiers from Fort Morgan. As 
soon as it can be arranged the entire 
schedule will be given out. 

The 'Varsity squad at present con- 
sists of the following: J. McHardy, 
Needham, J. Schimpf, D. Munoz, C. 
Black, Slattery, Gremillion, W. Du- 
cote, S. Riffel, J. Becker, P. Andre- 
pont, J. Druhan, Pardue. 


6 7 


The marriage of Miss Lilla With- 
nell, daughter of Air. and Mrs. William 
Wainwright Withnell, to Charles Pa- 
tout Burguieres, of New Orleans, 
which was celebrated on the morning 
of June 7th, at the Church of St. 
Thomas Aquinas. St. Louis, was quite 
the largest and one of the must bril- 
liant weddings of the season. The 
Springhillian sends felicitations to Mr. 
and Mrs. Burguieres. 

The wedding of Hinton Anthony 
Touart, '08, and Miss Nellie Nannie 
Fletcher, of Wilson, La., was solemn- 
ized with a nuptial mass at the 
Jesuits' Church in New Orleans, Rev. 

Philip Murphy, S. J., performing the 
ceremony. The Springhillian wishes 
Mr. and Mrs. Touart every blessing 
and many years of happy married life. 


( )n September 28th, Mr. Lawrence 
Levert and Miss Amelie Gautier were 
united in the bonds of matrimony at 
Live Oak Plantation, near St. Martins- 
ville, La. Mr. Levert was very popu- 
lar in the social world in New Orleans 
after his return from Spring Hill Col- 
lege. Several years ago he went to 
Plaquemine and later to St. Martins- 
ville, where he has been making his 
home and has been engaged in plant- 
ing. Air. and Mrs. Levert are offered 
our heartiest congratulations. 


Death of F. Antonin Lambert. 

It is with feelings of deep regret that 
we record the untimely death of F. 
Antonin Lambert, A. B., '97. Several 
months ago Mr. Lambert was stricken 
with paralysis in his home in New Or- 
leans and he bore his suffering with 
noble Christian fortitude to the end. 
Death called him at the early age of 
thirty-two, when his sterling integrity 
and charming personalitv as a lawyer 
began to make a deep impression on 
his associates. Mr. Lambert had re- 
cently devoted much of his time to 
lecturing on scientific subiects. Last 

year's graduating classes at Spring Hill 
will recall the interesting lecture he 
delivered before them. He leaves a 
devoted wife and child to mourn his 
loss and to them the sympathy of his 
Alma Mater goes out in the hour of 
their bereavement. R. I. P. 

Senator Samuel Douglas McEnery. 

During the summer the State of 
Louisiana was bowed down in grief 
over the death of her senior Senator. 
Samuel D. McEnery. In the early 
fifties Mr. McEnery was a student at 
Spring Hill College and left here to en- 
ter the Naval Academv at Annapolis. 


During the War of Secession he serv- requiem service will he held. Prof, 
ed with distinction in Virginia and in Dufilho was horn in New Orleans of 
the Trans-Mississippi Department. distinguished Creole parents on Dec. 
I laving Idled with honor to himself 16, 1853. lie was graduated from 
and advantage to his native state the Spring Mill College, in Mobile, Ala., 
offices of Governor and Justice of the and later took up a course of law in 
Supreme Court of Louisiana, he was Tulanc University, graduating with 
in 1896 elected to the United States high honors. When _'l years of age 
Senate, in which he served up to the he was appointed principal of McDort- 
tinie of his death. Senator McEnery ough No. 3 School, being the young- 
died peacefully at his home in New est principal to ever sit in a local 
Orleans, fortified hy all the riles of school. Tie was also principal of sev- 
lloly Mother Church. R. I. P. eral other schools. During the adminis- 
tration of I Ion. Lionel Adams as dis- 
Our earnest sympathy is offered to tr ict attorney, he served as an assistant 
Mr. Martin Burke, S. J., professor of district attorney and then entered the 
First Academic, who was called to the journalistic world. For many years he 
deathbed of his devoted father in New was associate editor of the Times- 
Orleans immediately before the open- Democrat and at one time was editor- 
ing of classes. in-chief of the Daily Item. For some 

years he has been a professor of 
We extend our condolences to our French. Latin and English in the Boys' 
young friends. Sidney and Louis Ili ^ h School, lie was sick hut Four 
Lange, in the loss of their father, (la - vs preceding his death, which re- 
news of whose death reaches us as suited from a liver complaint, at 9:25 
we are going to print. Mr. Lange was last night.— Picayune. Oct. 19. 
a loyal supporter of Spring Hill, his 
other sons, Horatio and George, hav- 
ing been pupils here formerly. It is 
pleasing to note that the Junior Divis- Only a few days ago the sad news 
ion received Holy Communion in a came to us oyer the wires of the death 
body for the repose of the soul of Mr. at his home in Louisville, Kv.. of Mr. 
Lange. John Kearns. The passing of this true 

and noble man and devoted and gen- 
Prof. Henry Dufilho, teacher, law- erous friend of the College has cast a 
yer and journalist, died last night and gloom over the ■community. In spite 
will be buried from his late residence o* the malignant sickness from which 
in Second street, near Laurel, at 3:30 he had long been suffering, we hoped 
o'clock this afternoon. The remains against hope and we prayed that he 
will be conveyed from the house to might be spared to his beloved family 
Notre Dame Church, where a solemn and many friends. 

Mr. John Kearns. 



"Vere magnus est qui magnam ha- 
bet caritatem" — lie is truly great who 
has great charity. 

Mr. Kearns' quiet and unobtrusive 
manner of bestowing charity endear- 
ed him to al and enhanced the value 
of his benefactions. His name and 
memory will live at Spring Hill Col- 
lege. On the beautiful Kearns marble 
altar in the mortuary chapel the holy 
sacrifice of the Mass will be offered 
until those who have known and loved 
him will have the joy of again meeting 
him face to face. The rich and hand- 
some sanctuary lam]), his latest gift to 
the students' new chapel, burns bright- 
ly before the Blessed Sacrament, a fit- 
ting taken of the beaut}', the constancy, 
the brightness and the warmth of the 
love its donor bore our divine Lord. 

To Mr. Kearns' bereaved family we 
extend our most heartfelt sympathy 
and condolence. 

To his eldest son. Mr. Joseph Clar- 
ence Kearns, S. J., whom the Spring 
Hill boys loved so much, both as pro- 
fessor and prefect. The Springhillian 
proffers special sympathy. Mis fath- 
er's presence at his ordination was one 
of the greatest joys he had been look- 
ing forward to during the long years 
of preparation for the priesthood. May 
God in Mis merciful providence sup- 
ply other even greater joys to him! 

R. I. P. 

The faculty of Spring Mill extend 
their prayerful sympathy to Mr. John 
Cowley in the death of his devoted 
wife, whose sons, John, James, Wil- 
liam. Stanislaus and Loyola, were all 
students of the College. 

We offer our sincerest condolences 
to John F. Jossen, a former Springhil- 
lian. whose father recently passed 

Spring Hill College 

Mobile, Alabama 

SKPRING HILL COLLEGE is built on rising ground, five miles distant from 
^^ MOBILE, and elevated one hundred and fifty feet above the sea-level. It 
enjoys a constant refreshing breeze, which renders its situation both agreeable 
and healthy. The surrounding woods afford the most pleasant summer walks. 
A never failing spring at the foot of the hill, and within the College grounds, 
furnishes an abundant and lasting supply of water to the beautiful lake where 
the students may safely enjoy the beneficial exercise of swimming. Long ex- 
perience has proved that, owing to its position, the College is entirely exempt 
from those diseases which prevail at certain seasons in the South. 

The College was incorporated in 1836 by the Legislature of Alabama, with 
all the rights and privileges of a University, and empowered in 1840 by Pope 
Gregory XVI. to grant degrees in Philosophy and Theology. 

The directors of the institution are members of the Society of Jesus', which 
from its origin has devoted itself to the education of youth. They will endeavor 
to show themselves deserving of the confidence reposed in them by evincing on 
all occasions a parental solicitude for the health and comfort of those entrusted 
to their charge, by sparing no pains to promote their advancement and by keep- 
ing a careful and active watch over their conduct. The exercise of their author- 
ity will be mild without being remiss, in enforcing the strict discipline and good 
order so essential for the proper culture of both mind and heart. By this two- 
fold education, which is based on Religion and Morality, they will exert all 
their energies not only to adorn the minds of their pupils with useful knowledge, 
hut to instill into their hearts solid virtue and a practical love of the duties 
which they will have to discharge in after life. 

The public worship of the institution is that of the Catholic Religion; how- 
e\er, pupils of other denominations are received, provided that, for the sake of 
order and uniformity, they are willing to conform to the exterior exercises of 

The plan of studies is established on a large scale, and is calculated to suit 
not only the wants but the progress of society. It consists of three principal 
courses under the name of PREPARATORY, ENGLISH and CLASSICAL. 

French, German, Spanish, Italian, form separate courses, are optional, and 
are taught without extra charge. 

Extensive grounds, spacious buildings, commodious class-rooms, library, 
reading rooms, billiard and recreation rooms, and the largest and best equipped 
college gymnasium in the South, every facility for the self-improvement and 
physical well-being of the student. 

For Catalogue, etc, apply to REV. F. X. TWELLMEYER President. 

"Say you saw it in The Springhillian." 

Hcactemy of the VDisitation 

The Academy of the Visitation, a boarding SGhool for young ladies, is 
situated on Spring Hill Avenue, midway between Mobile and Spring 
Hill. The location is one of the most desirable for health and educa- 
tional pursuits. 

The Course of Studies Embraces all the Branches Taught in the Best Schools 

The Academy was founded in 1833 and has always been favored with 
liberal patronage. 

Classes begin early in September and close late in June. 
For particulars send to the above address. 


St. Charles Avenue and Broadway, NEW ORLEANS, LA. 

The Academy, chartered by the State of Louisiana and empowered to confer 
diplomas, offers every facility for a thorough education. For catalogue, etc., 
address Mother Superior. 




No. 64 St. Francis St. MOBILE, ALA. 

McDonald, March & Go. Marble Works Co. 

Tombs, Gravestones, Mantels, Etc. 

A.rviv ^vstork: guaranteed 

Fully up to Designs and Specifications. Parties will do well to confer with us before 
miking contracts for Monuments and Stone Work Elsewhere. 

107 and 109 Royal St., Mobile, Ala. Home 'Phone 350 Bell 'Phone 1211 



All Kinds of Fresh Meats 


"Say you saw it in The Springhillian." 



Nobby Clothes for the Young Man College Hats and Furnishings 

Dow'nejr «&5 Ty^Txtxetm 


Home Phone 1500 

501-502 Van Antwerp Bldg. 





OFFICE : 609 City Bank Building 


Bell Phone 3098 


This Church, established 1846, is located Cor. Lawrence and Palmetto Streets, Mobile, Alabama 
VERY REV. C. T. O'CALLAGHAN, D.D., V.G., Rector. 



National Banking Association 

Designated Depositary and Financial Agent of the 
United States. 

Capital $100,000 

Surplus (Earned) $100,000 

Deposits by Mail Given the Best of Attention. 
Your Business Will Be Appreciated. 



Thomas J. O'Connor, Cashier 


ROBERT W. BYRNE, Assistant Cashier 

F. P. DOYLE Fobsign Connections H. S. KEYSER 



Baltimore, Md. 
Direct Importers of Every Description of Goods Used by Religious Communities 

Clerical Outfitters, Cassocks, Clerical Suits, Confessional Cloaks, Berettas. Surplices, Rabbis, Albs and Roman 
Collars. Manufacturers, Wholesale Dealers in Serges, Veilings, Habit Cloths, Drap D'Etes, 

Linens and Laces. 
"Whatever is Wanted, Kindly Confer With Us. - ' 326 N. EUTAW ST. 

"Say you saw it in The Springhillian." 



Dry Goods, Notions, Hosiery and Furnishing Goods 

6, 8, 10 and 12 S. Water, and 59 and 61 Dauphin Streets 




213 Dauphin St. 

Bell Phone 2958 

School Supplies, Artists' Material, Picture Framing, School Pennants, Engraving 
Any Book Published Supplied on Short Notice. 

Enjoy the distinction of be- 
ing one of our well - dressed 
young men— in other words, 
wear clothing made from such 
manufacturers, whose clothing 
we are sole agents for: 

Stein- Block - Rochester 
Washington Co. New York 
Fechheimer Fishel Co. 

SBSSBbHI Heidelberg, Wolff & Co. 

New York 


New York 


For 28 Years the Largest and Leading Clothing 
House in Mobile. 

"Say you saw it in The Springhillian." 





Cakes, Crackers, Flavorings, Fireworks, Prize Chewing 

Gum, Paper Bags, Etc. 

14 Dauphin St. MOBILE, ALA. 

SEND HOME A POST CARD OF YOURSELF. We Make the Best in Mobile 



165 DAUPHIN ST. Mail Us In Your Kodak Films. We are Film Experts 


Sheet Music Kodaks and Supplies 

Kodak Developing and Printing 

Victor Talking- Machines. Edison Phonographs. lb" Dauphin St. Both Phones 1414 

====== YEEND & POTTER ===== 


Young Men's "Varsity" Suits We Solicit a Share of Your Business 

115-117 Dauphin St. Mobile, Ala. 

Established in 1875 



Concert, Church and Chapel 


Schuelke's Tubular Pneumatic Organ System 

Organs Tuned and Repaired 

We Furnish Air Generators, Water Motors and Electric Organ Blowers 

2217-2219-2221 Walnut Street :-: MILWAUKEE, WIS. 




"Say you saw it in The Springhillian." 

J. M. WALSH, Pres. HARRY T. HARTWEU, Vice-Pres., Sec and Treas, ARTHUR KIMBALL.Mtfr. 

Mobile Towing & Wrecking Company 

Towing, Wrecking and Contracting 

Office Foot of Dauphin St. 

Bell Phone 565 Home Phone 865 


Echo Nimrod Mary Wittich Resolute 

Native Claud Gertrude Zoe 

Ethel Dawn Isabel 


First Avenue and Thirty-seventh Street NEW YORK CITY 


Ecclesiastical and Interior Marble, Onyx and Stone 

Work and Statuary 

The Marble Altars in the Chapel of Spring Hill College, Mobile, Ala., are 
specimens of our work. 


Oe > nor , »l Hardware 


Nos. 6, 8, 10 and 12 South Commerce St. 


Kodaks and Supplies, Developing and Finishing, Engraved Cards 

Monogram Dies and Fine Stationery 
Expert Watch and Jewelry Repairing 



Mobile, Ala. 

"Say you saw it in The Springhillian." 

A. C. DANNER, Pres. P. DANNER, Vice-Pres. J. C STRONG, Sec. and Treas 

Mobile Coal Company 

Wholesale and Retail Dealers in and Shippers by Car Loads from Mines and Cargo from Mobile of 

Best Alabama Coals and Coke for Steam, Shop and Domestic Use 

With the most complete facilities in any Gulf Port TJ - -* — -^ ~t~n^±-a-v f^ *-w «~» "I ^s 
for furnising to Steamers lJllIlli-t?! V^«J«1.» 

General Offfice K. O. P. Building -..---. Mobile, Ala. 



Washes at 


The MacGregor Ginger Ale and Soda Waters have 
been in such a demand this season that I will have to 
enlarge my plant. All of my drinks are made out of 
the MacGregor Spring Water, pure sugar and high- 
grade extracts. 



Are the Largest Manufacturers in the World of 


IF You are interested in Athletic Sport you should have a copy of the 
Spalding Catalogue. It's a complete encyclopedia of What's New in Sport and is 
sent free on request. 
The Spalding Trade Mark is known throughout the world as a GUARANTEE OF QUALITY 


74 N. Broad Street ATLANTA, GA. 

We Sell the Best Grades of 


No extra charge for hauling to Spring Hill or Toulminville. Call us and inquire before buying 


Pure Crystal Ice a Specialty. 




"Say you saw it in The Springhillian." 

ALUMNI 1869 

Premiums for Return of Crowns. 

762 Dauphin St. 

Ask for Catalogue 



Mobile, Alabama 

Manufacturers of Pure Corn Chops and Best 
Grades Corn Meal 

Manufacturers Oats and Corn Ground Together and 
Prepared Horse and Cattle Feed 


Importers and Jobbers of 

Crockery, China, Glassware, Enamelware. Tinware, 
Lamps, Bar Goods, Etc. 

No. 6 North Water Street 







Write for Catalogues. 




Real Estate, Insurance Agents 
and Money Brokers 

58 N. Royal St. MOBILE, ALA. 


Money, Real Estate 
and Insurance 



J. E McHUGH &. CO. 

Real Estate and 
Insurance Agents 

No. 57 St. Francis St. 




Cor. Dauphin and Conception Sts. 


Wholesale and Retail 
Dealers in 




Successors to Louis Touart 

Cotton Factors and 
Commission Merchants 



Liberal Advances made on Shipments of Cotton ordered 
held, or to be sold on arrival. 

"Say you saw it in The Springhillian." 

The Mobile Transfer Co. 

Has handled the Spring Hill College 
Students' trunks for nearly 40 years — 
Clearly a good recommendation of their 

Offices 57-59 N. Royal Street 


Union Passenger Station 




Artistic Jewelers 

HI Dauphin St. 





Produce and Grain 

Bell Phone 87 :-: Home Phone 27 

Cable Address: MERTZ 

Mobile, Ala. 

The most complete line of 

Pipes and Pipe Tobaccos 

in the South 

C. Burke Cigar & Tobacco Co. 

Guillot's Drug Stores 

N.jW- Cor. Conception and ElmiraSts. 

Bell Phone 3219 
S. E. Cor. Conception and Beauregard Sts. 

Bell Phone 178 





12 and 14 S. Conception St. 







$15 to $25 

College Brand Clothes 

For the Young Fellows in and out of College 
S. W. Corner Dauphin and Water 







Van Antwerp Building 
Mobile, Ala. 


"Where Quality and Purity Count" 

Bread, Cakes, Rolls 
and Pies 

Home and Bell Telephones 
Dauphin and hallett streets 



"Say you saw it in The Springhillian." 

1^. Walter «X? Oo. 



21 S. Commerce St. 

21 S. Front St. 

Cottrell & Leonard 


Makers of 


GOWNS and 

To the American Colleges and 

Universities from the Atlantic 

to the Pacific. 

Class Contracts a Specialty 



3819 to 3829 Laclede Ave. 

St. Louis, Mo. 

The Merchants Bank 


Capital $150,000 

Earned Surplus 100,000 

Every safe-guard known to modern 
banking for the security of their funds. 


We offer absolute security and 4 per 
cent, interest on savings accounts and 
time deposits. 

Richard Mellett 


Richard Mellett & Co. 

Steamship and 
Mill:-: Supplies 


Mobile, Alabama 

Bell Phone 77 

Home Phone 359 

Sherman Stationery Company 



Sole A (rents lor 

Derby and Dietz Desks 
Edison's Mimeographs 

Stationery, Printing and Blank Book 

RL-niL'niber the Addrt 




Refrigerator Restaurant 


Nos. 3, 5, 7 Royal St. Mobile, Ala. 



James McDonnell Company 


Nos. 9, 1 1 and 1 3 N. Commerce St. 



14, 54 and 56 South Commerce St. 

When in Mobile stop at Mobile's 
New Million Dollar Hotel 

The Battle House 

For Booklets Address 

John J. Monaghan 

"Say you saw it in The Springhillian." 

Mobile Stationery Co. 

Established in I870 




Nos. 54-62-64 St. Michael St. 

S. L. Hahn & Company 

Compadre, Game Chicken 
and Sweet Lips Cigars :-: :-: 


In a Class by Itself for 
Something Good to Eat 

A E. STILES, Proprietor 

Office Cable Address 

Bank of Mobile Building "Neelv," Aiobile, Ala. 



Hardwood, Timber and Staves 


DEITZGEN drawing instruments and 
supplies are the best. 

Send for Latest Catalogue 


No. 615 Common St. New Orleans, La. 



When in town call at 

Ice Cream Co. 
207 St. Francis St. 

Marsh Haberdasher Co. 

Sole Agents 


Snappy Styles for Young Men. 

Men's Furnishings 

Best in the Field... 

"American National" 


2 for 25c, One-Quarter Sizes 
Have 'Easy-Slip-Over" Buttonholes 

For Sale bv DREAPER & BURNS 

Pres. & Gen'l Mgr. Vice-Pres. Sec. & Treas. 



Machinists, Foundrymen and Blacksmiths 

Repairing of All Kinds 

Special Attention Given to Mill, 

Locomotive and Steamship Repairs 

152-151-166-158 S. Commerce St. 


Bell Phone 64- Home Phone 94. 

Southern Hardware & 
Supply Co. 

Distributers for 

Reach Base Ball Goods 

"Say you saw it in The Springhillian." 



7 N. Royal Street 

Mobile, Ala. 




No. 113 Dauphin Street 



Call On 


110 Dauphin Street 




Nos. 5 and 7 South Water St. 






59 Conti Street MOBILE, ALA. 


Julius Goldstein 

Dealer in 

Watches, Jewelry, Silver and Clocks 

A sent for 

Patek, Phillipe Company 

Best and Highest Grade Watch in the World 

Watches and Jewelry Carefully Repaired 
3 and 5 South Royal St. MOBILE, ALA. 

Mobile's Home-Like and Popular Hotel 


With It- Unique Cafe 
"The Vineyard" 

Invites Your Patronage 



Producers, Dealers and 
Miippers of Fre h Caught 
Fi>h and Oysters :■: :•: 

Mobile, Ala. 

The Pilcher Pipe Organ 

Embraces every improvement of practical 
value in voicing and construction, produc- 
ing maximum efficiency and minimum cost. 
Correspondence solicited. 


Louisville, Ky. 



Jos. A Ryan, Prop. 

No. 305 Dauphin Street MOBILE, ALA. 



Leading Prescription Druggists 

417 Dauphin St., Cor. Hamilton, Mobile, Ala. 


. sV'-rtr/^ Athletic Goods Are Standard 
For All Games 

Free Catalogs 

R.J. Leacock Sporting Goods 

St. Louis, Mo. 808-810 Pine St. 


«^>, MARK -O 

v ST I <«WS 

"Say you saw it in The Springhillian." 


John E. Michael, Pres- John Gaillard, Secy. 

R. Gaillard, Asst. Secy. 

Stonewall Insurance Company 

56 St. Michael St. 

Mobile, Ala. 

CAPITAL, $150,000.00 

Net Assets for Proteetion Policy Holders 


Wholesalers and Retailers 

Retail Departments, N. E. Cor. Royal and 
Church Sts. Retail Departments, N. W. 
Cor. Water and Church Sts. 


River Front, between Eslava and Madison Sts. 

Alabama Corn Mills Co. 

Millers and Wholesale Grain 

Exclusive Manufacturers of Perfection 
and Acmo Alfalfa Feed 





74 dauphin st. 

Artists' Supplies, Paints, 

Wall Papers 

Picture Frames 




Fruit, Produce, Poultry, Eggs 

Bloch & Neuburger 

Jobbers of 

Notions, Furnishing Goods 
and Hats 

Proprietors of 

The "Live Oak" Brand 


The Tiffin Manufacturing 

/manufacturers of Church furniture 

Pews, PuIpits'J Confessionals, Prie 
Dieus, Vestment Cases & Baptismals 

Altars, Altar Railings, Station Frames, Pedestals, etc. 

From Architect's or Original Sketches 

Sketches and Estimates furnished 

on application. TIFFIN, OHIO 

"Say you saw it in The Springhillian. 

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